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Please enjoy this lovely comment from the Sound Engineer of Interspecies Evolution:
"I want you to know something which just happened - and really a complete function of me listening to your podcast.
I’m a cat person. Now, I also happen to love chickens and until recently I had 14 of them - but I’m a definite cat person. My former cat, a 1/2 Siamese, giant white cat named Caspar and I would literally talk. He’d come in and tell me that the wind was blowing outside and if I could please do something about it. His water dish was low. It was time for a nap time (and I should stop working). Not ethereally. Literally.
He had a massive loud voice and was always talking. You’d swear you’d be carrying on a conversation with him. “Caspar, should I go out with Jill?” Raeow. “But she’s nice.” Raewowow. Hmm. What about Suzy. Reaowp. “You like her?” Reaowp. “Why?” Reaow...wowreaw. I mean it would be like this. He, sadly passed in 2016 at the ripe old age of 16 in my arms.
Currently, I’m in Los Angeles working on a project for my brother right now until end of January, and his cat is living with my parents where I’m staying. A very traumatized cat who hasn’t had the easiest of lives. Abandoned by her mother, she isn’t exactly taken well care of by my brother or wife. Although my parents do a fine job.
I started loving on her upon my arrival late November and being very kind to her like I would my chickens or cat. She immediately came to me when she’d have gotten outside at night when she shouldn’t have. She lets me pick her up - and she doesn’t really know me. Nice.
Well, tonight, she wouldn’t come in. It was dark, and we have coyotes you see. Many a cat has been consumed by these poor dogs who have no home due to the city. So I opened to the door and called after her, and she came running in at the sound of my voice. She’s usually miffed that she has to come in. But this time she ran.
This cat also only drinks water out of the running faucet. I was in the kitchen shortly after, and she bounded up to the sink in preparation for water. I turned on the faucet, but she refused to drink. She wanted to, but she wouldn’t.
She looked at me strangely. The water running. She looked at me. The water... and then I heard it: “I saw something really scary.”
It came telepathically to me obviously from her. I instantly remembered your podcasts and put my food down and consoled her.
“Oh, little girl I’m so sorry. But you shouldn’t be out after dark so you don’t have to see scary things.” I pet her and scratched her ears.
She immediately turned around and started drinking. And then was her normal self.
I tell you what Ginny, that was legit telepathy from an animal. My first in the etherium. I would have poo-pooed it without hearing your podcast.
Your show is making a difference. Even in your staff. Thank you."