Good afternoon, my loyal companions. Here are all my posts on the Evil Empire. They are backwards. And, alas, our photos didn’t come through. Love to hear from you – that’s how we keep the revolution alive. Ruti, the Ruddy
My dear companions in outrage, This will be my last post on my FB page. But this is not Goodbye. I can now be found at:https://www.breakthroughwriting.net/ruti-the-red-mewsings-and-reports-from-the-flf-compound/ Please subscribe to our human’s website and you will guarantee our continued comradeship. You can also send me messages through the contact page at Breakthrough Writing.
Mewsing: Any time a single entity has as much information about as many people as FB, clear-headed people need to be afraid. Ruti, the Rigorous.
Good morning, my friends. I’m proud of our human. She has realized that she is spending hours a day on Facecrock. We have decided after a long meeting, to leave Facecrock. Do not be alarmed. I am perfectly healthy and I will have my own page on her website: https://www.breakthroughwriting.net/ruti-the-red-mewsings-and-reports-from-the-flf-compound/
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At last, my good friends. It only took about a million hours of gazing at our human for her to stop dithering around on all the capitalistic mind-draining toys on this machine and pay attention to the real work. There was an earthquake a few days ago. We and our human thought it might have been an explosive device aimed at our WMD (see posts below.) We did surveillance briefly. Cowboy Benez is our expert at that. And determined that there had not been a bomb. Our human was giddy for a while. I know that she loves drama.
But I digress. I have realized that you may not know about the dialectic. It means that you write back to all of us who are in this community. So, I will begin posing questions rather than musings. It is better to be a worker among workers than a so-called expert – even if one is a smart cat. Today’s question: Do you see an underlying cause for racism, ageism, sexism, beautyism (Yes, I know, Miss Chi Chi.), homophobia and being mean to animals? Thank you, my friend.
Ruti, the Rare. Oh, p.s., The human wants you to know that my health is fine.
Attention please, faithful comrades. Breaking news on the WMD discovered in the compound yesterday. If you have been concerned about accidental deployment of the weapon – see post below for details – Boo, our master scientist (she has a PhD in thermodynamics, that is a Pussy Has Degree in lying on the heating vent) is on top of it. The laser part of the WMD that is. She has assured us she will make sure that the WMD will only be used in times of direst emergency, i.e. if a Tea Bagger, or any other form of Republican gets elected as president. Today’s mewsing: Trust that your college degree will come in handy – most often for litter box filler. Boo, the Brainy
Ruti, the Red Thank you, Jae. All my income goes to the revolution. I have seen your photographs and wish I could emulate them. Would you care to join the FLF? And perhaps take some photos of down-trodden cats where you live?
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Jae Peterson Ruti – we need to get a better camera to you for your photojournalism shots!
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News alert to all members of the FLF*: Today we discovered a WMD in the living-room of the compound: Miss Chi Chi and her sparkly pink snuggy. It may have not been clear in the photo, but the snuggy is covered with bright pink sequins. Miss Chi Chi was reclining on the rug in her snuggy. Suddenly, a beam of sunlight came through the window directly on her and the snuggy. Hundreds of pink laser beams shot out all over the room.
Cowboy Benez heard my gasp of surprise and came in to investigate. He dove into the pink laser dots and tried to kill every one of them – well at least ten. After a few minutes, he sat down, clearly shaken. He licked his lips, laid his ears flat and groomed himself nervously.
Our human removed the WMD from Miss Chi Chi. We all (especially Cowboy Benez) have concluded that it may be too dangerous to use. However, should the time come, it will be employed – though some of its efficacy may be diluted by the fact that it works best on whiskered beings under three feet in height. We will warn you, faithful comrades, should we be forced to deploy it.
*FLF – Feline LIberation Front
Today’s mewsing: When the shit hits the fan, wear sequins. luv, Miss Chi Chi
Good evening, my comrades of all genders, gender preferences and species, Here is out fabulous honey trap, Miss Chi Chi in her new winter outfit. Over the late summer and fall, her dreadlocks became dreadful. Our human took her to Classy Canine Pet Grooming to get a sleek, chic street urchin cut. She is as alluring as ever, but our human likes to keep the heat a little low here at the compound. Miss Chi Chi made a few dramatic presentations of being a little chilly, so our human bought her a stunning (Miss Chi Chi’s words) kitty warmer. I am sure that Miss Chi Chi (she insists that I write her whole name every time) will be an even more effective spy than she already has been. Today’s mewsing: If
My dear sister and fellow seekers of justice, I hope you’ll read this account and understand that I was somewhat maligned the other evening here at the Compound for Justice. Cowboy Benez and I went out to organize in the neighborhood when the sun was high. Our human went into town on one of her errands (sometimes she brings back supplies for us, Woody Guthrie bless her.)
She has told me (and many others) that when she came home – the sun was going down – she called me and Benez to come in for supper. The Cowboy apparently raced home – food does that to him. I, on the other hand, was trying to talk with a little gray cat up near the wetlands. I had no luck, but continued to make contact with neighborhood brothers and sisters for a while. My human became more and more worried. Yes, I was cold and it was dark, but the work must go on.
My human – I have this on hearsay – finally at 10:30 posted that I was missing on a neighborhood message board. Boo reports that our human was crying. A kind human responded that she had seen me near the wetlands chasing a little gray cat. “I thought it was a tom going after a female in heat.” Harrumph. My human grabbed the car keys to drive up to the wetlands. She was alarmed because a few coyotes live there. Meanwhile, Cowboy Benez had scented me and was sitting by the door. My human opened the door. I had been waiting patiently for her to do that. I walked in.
It is not like me to complain, but did I get any praise for my work in the cold dark night? Did she comment on how many signatures I had on my clip board? Did she do anything but pick me up and cry? I think you can answer that for yourself.
So here I am in my wallow in the sun, recuperating from a hard night’s work. My human has decided that I can continue to go out. Here is her mewsing for today: If you love someone, set them free – and when they don’t come back right away, have a nervous breakdown.
Ruti, the Red Thank you, sisters, for the support for both my human and me. Though I must reiterate that I WAS NOT LOST. I was doing my job. Ruti, the Reliable
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Naima Schuller Holy hell, that must have been stressful. Thank Mr. Guthrie that Ruti can continue his important work!
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- SkeeterBee GoodsOh my dear Ruti, the Red so glad you are okay. One of our workers cooperative went missing once and our humans went berserk. And we do all of our networking from within the confines of the homestead. But sure that our comrade had slipped out they roamed the street for hours calling and calling for her. At long last they picked up her signal from the basement where she had been traumatized by a run in with a capitalist pig – well really a big spider – and was hiding behind a cabinet. Not even the shake of the treat can could bring her out since she was fearful it was another trick being played on her by the man. Here she is back at the homestead dreaming of better days to come.
Greetings, faithful friends (especially those of you who comment -because We Are the Dialectic.) Here is the workplace where my human and I create my posts. I suspect she does other things here, but I’m often out organizing the neighborhood so don’t know for sure. We decided to not take a picture of my actually working on the computer because when the Machine is brought down, there could be retaliation.
We have good news. After many months of not being true to her own writing, my human and The Writing have reunited. If you’d like to learn a little about staying true to your writing, you might check out her website:https://www.breakthroughwriting.net/2014/11/18/24-hour-challenge-breakthrough-tip-for-the-week-of-11172014/
She followed her own advice.
Today’s mewsing: “Move and the way will open.”
Good afternoon, my companions in throwing a wooden shoe into The Machine. Here is one of your comrades. He is, as you can see, working in the “shade” (that is undercover). He is a slightly nervous chap, but who can blame him. He works in the finest tradition of the British spy, Teddy Salad. See note below. Today’s mewsing: We are the history of the future. Let us be remembered as the Ones Who Brought Down the Machine – and in squirrel’s case, the peanuts.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yDJEJjFCR7M
Dear companions, My human has been teaching and traveling a lot. and hasn’t had time to transcribe my messages. I understand. In a skewed economy such as capitalism, few people earn enough to get by and fewer will be able to retire. I shall never retire. The work of the revolution is on-going. Some evenings, I curl up with my human while she is reading and rub against the pages of her book. She knows I’m marking the book so no one can ever steal it. Just now I came up on the desk to see if she is getting this message right. She asked me not to sit on the keyboard, so I am mostly boomping her chin and purring madly. These islands of peace make it easier to dive back into the maelstrom of bringing down the machine. I hope I haven’t mixed my metaphors (whatever those are) here. Today’s mewsing: The combined force of human and cat is mightier than the sword. (Especially if the cat has claws.) I love it when you comment. That is the dialectic. Ruti, the Right On
Good evening, my stalwart friends. Our human just returned from Peregrine Bookstore, in Prescott, Arizona. She gave a “reading.” I’m not absolutely certain what a “reading” is exactly, but I do know that she and I have quality time at night while she holds what she calls a “book” in front of her and turns the “pages.” Her good writer friends, Susan, Laraine and Jeannie were at the reading. She says that it made her really happy to be with comradettes. There was apparently a good-sized audience. “They were great,” she told us. I know that means they laughed at her jokes; got all the references to Good Old Rock ‘n’ roll, and the way America is short-changing its children and old people and animals (especially the birds and tortoises of the Mojave Desert – that’s partly what her book is about.) I ramble – because I am so happy she is home.
While she was in Prescott, she had lunch with Laraine – you can look her up at Laraine Herring and learn what she writes and how she teaches – and they talked about really important evens, specifically Laraine now having a new kitty named Frida. Laraine showed Mary a picture of Frida and Laraine’s warrior cat, Colby Jill. CJ has made herself responsible for stalking the informer goldfish in the fishbowl. Without further adieu (I’m not sure what that means.), I present Frida and Colby Jill.
Today’s mewsing: Never drink four cups of espresso before you post on FB. Up the coming revolution, Ruti, the Really Really Wired
If you know about my gang, the International Workers of the World, you know that we think the two party system is a joke and that so-called democracy is actually a tool for the rich to exploit the rest of us. Nonetheless, I learned the results of the most recent human election and rolled in so much cat-nip that I had a hang-over this morning. Mewsing? Put a fork in it, humans, turn it over, it’s done.
Dear Workers Who Watch Each Others’ Backs: WWWEOB, I would very much appreciate it if those of you who have read – or are reading – my human’s novel, 29, would review it on Goodreads. I’d love it if those of you who have read 29 – or are reading it, would review it on Goodreads.https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18528074-29
It is a story of a gray cat named Hulk and some humans fighting for the desert and truth. Thanks you, Ruti, the Reader
Dear friends, I am remiss. Well, actually I am definitely not a miss despite an unfortunate trip to the vets almost 17 years ago. We have been suffering from the Great American Human Epidemic of Crazy Busyness here at our home. The human decided that enough is enough, so here I am. Today’s photo is not of my foot or my name (note misspelling), but it is a reminder to get your paws on the ground and work to redress the injustices of our time. The human voted, but it was with reservations. She knows that the vote has become too often nothing but an opiate. Today’s mewsing: It is not enough to black in boxes, click or put a bumper sticker on your vehicle. Get those boots on the ground. Your comrade in paws, Ruti
Greetings, my companions in the intelligent work. Halloween alert: here is our Director of Smart Thinking, Boo. She has asked me to remind you that there are ignorant and cruel humans who think black cats are for their superstitious Halloween rituals (a complete blasphemy and corruption of the sacred holiday, Samhain). We ask you to keep your black cats and kitten in from now till November 3 – just to play it safe. Today’s mewsing: Black cats belong only to themselves – and the revolution. Ruti, the Orange and White
SHE is home. I am relieved. For six days I was unable to go out to spread the good word to the workers of the neighborhood. As soon as she opened the door, I raced out. The comrades were overjoyed to see me. They had been concerned that I had gone to the big Wobbly gathering in the sky. Quite the contrary, I am eating, working hard, napping and spending quality time with HER at home. Mewsing: Keep faith in the work. Delays are only delays.
Greetings. We have been busy with telling people about my human’s novel, 29. She said I should let you know that I am fine – though I would prefer to live outdoors most of the time. Here is my human at one of her favorite places, Jackrabbit Trading Post on I-40 in Arizona. Life is peaceful here, though elections are coming up. As you might guess, I think the two-party system is a tool of the corporations, but my human assures me she will vote. Mewsing for today: You can fool all of the people some of the time and some of the people all of the time, but you can’t fool a socialist cat. Ruti, the Rueful
Good news today, companions. Our human is home after running around reading to people. She says, “That is part of the deal. I don’t just write for myself.” I am so happy to have a compatriot human who understands. Just imagine if all I did was to jot my mewsings in a little journal. I know that I came to the earth as a kitten to understand the inequities of capitalism and educate about injustice. If all I did was lie around taking naps and gobble food – I’m not pointing the finger at any cat – what would be the point? Today’s mewsing: (This was once on our refrigerator.) Sing the song you came to sing.
Your pal, Ruti, the Ever-Ready (photo credit: Matthew Peterson, a cat who looks like a human.)
My friends, I greet you. I’m pondering the sad state of affairs of writing in 2014. My human was traveling to sell books. She reports that It would appear that we are living in a post-literate time. I’d like to add these words – which burnwith truth – to her report: “As societies grow decadent, the language grows decadent, too. Words are used to disguise, not to illuminate, action: you liberate a city by destroying it. Words are to confuse, so that at election time people will solemnly vote against their own interests.” -Gore Vidal, author (1925-2012) I have learned a terrible term, “listicles”, which I thought at first referred to the male gonads, but are articles which consist solely of list, i.e. Ten Ways Humans Are Being Led Down the Path of Ignorance. Today’s mewsing: Words are sacred. They are weapons. They are medicine.
Good morning, my friends in the glorious work for a future free from “fat cats” (little joke there). Here is a rare photo of my human. The hard-working Boo is giving her a shampoo (little rhyme there). I suspect my human is playing a video game. I don’t really approve of that, but in a world of equality, one doesn’t criticize. Today’s mewsing: Workers among workers, each with his/her own gifts. Thanks to all of you for your comments and “likes”. I’m doing well. Ruti, the resilient.
Good afternoon, dear sisters and brothers of all species. (Cats read, you know. We have reading sensors in our stomachs and on our lips, hence sitting on you book and rubbing our faces on the corners of your book. This is a scientific fact.) Here we are: Cowboy Benez, Brilliant Boo and I in a top-secret planning session, cleverly disguised as a group nap (It has to be secret because Loose Lippies Bust Hippies) Miss Chi Chi, our honey trap is off on a date. I daresay she will return with something even more top secret. I am feeling fine. My human said I have to tell you that. Today’s Mewsing: What appears to be a nap can be something altogether different.
My human is going to read from her new book, 29, at Fire Creek Coffee today and has to figure out how to take a shower without getting her hurt paw wet, so she asked that I post this for you today. She will transcribe my mewsing later. The Bean in the story is our Benez (see photo.) Your friend in struggle, Ruti http://matadornetwork.com/bnt/the-cats-in-the-temple/
Greetings, my friends. My human is recovering from a hurt paw – lower that is – and has been scrambling to keep up with the demands in her life. She didn’t used to be this busy – I am hoping she didn’t catch the American Terribilus Crazyus Busyus virus that is making so many American humans sick.
I introduce you to two comrades I met when we lived in the beautiful Mojave Desert. They are sentinels guarding the Joshua Buddha my human found:http://matadornetwork.com/bnt/notes-on-a-shrike/ The location and their names cannot be revealed. I think of them as Bun 1 and Bun 2. Today’s mewsing: Please go to hear my human read from her new novel, 29, tomorrow, Sunday, September 21, 4:30-6:30 at Fire Creek Coffee Company in Flagstaff, Arizona.
Onward into the frustration, Ruti, the Resilient
Dear readers and workers for global justice – and the sky and water too, Here are two faithful comrades in the work. Miss Chi Chi is our alluring honey pot. Cowboy Benes is our – well – cowboy. He also has plumbing skills, as evidenced by his ability to drink out of the water faucet. I don’t know what I would do without Chi Chi, Benez and Boo, our mistress of strategy – and, of course, the human. She has asked me to let you know that I am doing fine. If you don’t know, I have mouth cancer and am living a luxurious life until it’s time for the kind doctor to bring me the good medicine. (I hate riding in cars.) My human caught me snaffling down dry kibble yesterday, but she continues to fee me primarily gooshy fud, which makes me feel like a foodie. I blush. Today’s mewsing: Surround yourself with those who not only watch your back, but pet your back. And, remember that many cannot choose their companions in this corporate/industrial nightmare. Your friend, Ruti, Le Rouge (for my Quebecois amies and amis.)
My good friends and worthy companions, my human has been teaching human older kittens at the local college. She reports that she has never met humans more stressed and self-doubting than these students. I decided to make my cover photo a shot of me putting my paw down. It’s time that the humans put their feet down and stop whatever evil is pressuring innocent human kittens. I would ask, as I always ask, who profits from this? At least, many of the human kittens know that the promise of a college degree bringing them a good job is (excuse my french) bullshit. Mewsing for today: Any creature frantic with worry cannot organize to defeat those who are using their pain.
Greetings. I am having a solidly productive day today. I have eaten chicken shreds on the front porch, instructed Boo in the fine art of before dawn surveillance, gathered up solar energy on the back porch (my fur is a fine solar collector) and checked the human’s Faceboook page. SkeeterBeeGoods – who I suspect is a cat – posted a fine picture of her and a friend (or maybe the cats she serves) sharing collective nap energy. As you know, I have been thinking about how frantically busy the young humans are. I don’t see how they can stay sane without naps and catnip! Today’s mewsing: Life is to be lived if the revolution is to be won.
Dear comrades, I am remiss. Well, actually I am a Mr. I’m considering starting a campaign for cats to have opposable thumbs. My human has been what she calls “swamped”, though I don’t know how that could be since we live in a desert. If I had opposable thumbs, I could control the means of production of my posts.
Oh well, I’m here now, so best to let by-gones be by-gones. I find myself concerned about what seems to be a very high stress level in kittens – especially those who are in “college.” Kittens are supposed to be kittens, not little adults racing around with no time to nap. My human told me about teaching a class for a friend and feeling sad for the human kittens – almost all of whom were tired and worried about not doing well enough. I believe that all this “busyness” on the part of the humans is a result of the overlords convincing them that they A. have to get everything right; and B. Get everything done right now. In the workers’ and students’ frenzy, there is no time to examine and challenge the deeper issue: the overlords are getting richer and richer from our pain. Today’s mewsing: There is no simple answer for your oppression. There is a simple inaction: Stop long enough to know how you feel and what is making you feel that way. Note: Here is Chi Chi racing off to get something “done”. Her hair loss is a result of stress
Good afternoon, my companions. It is a lovely Autumn afternoon. We are all resting after the day’s work. Boo and I have made some new plans – which I can’t discuss. Chi Chi did her nails in preparation for a Honey Trap scheme – which I can’t discuss. And, one who shall remain nameless – see photo – has gone undercover. Today’s Mewsing: There is no rest for the true revolutionary. But there are naps.
Greetings, faithful friends. You know who you are. I need to keep my cards close to my chest, as they say. Narcs and goons are everywhere. Here I am offering comfort to our beautiful Miss Chi Chi. She just broke a toenail – the one that was painted Scarlet Vixen. The work of a Wobbly organizer is never done. Mewsing: No worker problem too small; no
Good afternoon, my brothers and sisters, cats and otherwise. (Yes, I suffer from feline chauvinism. Sue me. I have no assets except my politics and my loving comrades, sofa-mates and human. My human asked me to update you on my condition – you may not know that I was diagnosed with mouth cancer about three months ago – I feel fine. I’m eating, my coat is shiny, I love my work among the less enlightened cats in the neighborhood and I spend Quality Time every night on my human’s bed while she reads. There, that’s over!
I’ve been wondering about something. Why is it that so many American humans have such short attention spans? My human’s friend Christina organizes Sunday remembrances for the children of Gaza. For a while, FB was full of the horrors of the attacks, attacks by both sides, but many more by Israel. At the most, nine people came to the demos. There were three people at the last demo. Of course, humans don’t spray so they can’t sniff and remember a terrible event – i.e. when the skunk ate my kibble. If anyone has an answer, I would appreciate it. I’m grateful I don’t organize human Americans. Mewsing: Consider what being able to communicate so fast does to your deeper sense of injustice.
Six days since my last mewsing! My human has been immersed in what she calls The Illusory World of Social Network Marketing, so she has not been available to transcribe my messages. She says that in order to get attention you have to have SEO – I’m not sure what that means. She says that if she was smart, she’d just put Sex in all the titles of the writing she drops into the big huge gigantic puddle of Social Network Marketing. I think that’s a good idea, but I’m also not sure what Sex means. I can report that I am eating, continuing to organize the ‘hood (I am down with the young peoples’ slang) cats into a viable bargaining tool, and keeping my human company at night when she reads crime novels to soothe her brain after being on the Social Networks for hours on end. Mewsing: Be sure you know what Sex is before you put it in your SEO thingie.
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It occurred to me that you might be interested in our headquarters. We are comrades with simple taste. Four of us live quite comfortably on a sofa. As you can see, Cowboy Benez is in his lower bunk. He believes that the sofa is a bunkhouse. Today, the rain came down hard enough to cause even the most die-hard revolutionary to want to take a nap. Before I dozed off, I found myself thinking about the sorry condition of my human’s species. I understand that recently a company goon shot and killed an unarmed human of a different color with no provocation. I think I’ll let my mewsing be simply the picture below and these words: gray striped, long-haired mink and ivory, black, and orange and white me. All sleeping together. All drinking water from the same bowl. All sharing one bathroom.
Good afternoon. I intend to be more diligent in my posts. I do have a lot to deal with here, especially Ms. Boo. (See photo.) You would think from the amount of time she spends sitting on the desk next to our human, that she would help with my FB page. Sigh. And she always rushes in to eat my treat before she has finished hers.
Of course, most true revolutionaries know that while we treasure solidarity, much of the work has to be done alone. I’m lucky to have always been a cat of much energy. By the way, I”m feeling fine, eating, going out most of the day, cuddling at night. I wonder if the doctor was wrong about the problem in my mouth. They are not gods and goddesses, you know. Mewsing: Question all that you are told is real.
We have been remiss. My human has been on the computer all the time because she has a new book out. I’m relieved to report that there are cats in it. “Monkey opened his eyes. The gray cat strolled in. He was a big-head tom whose muscle and grace had survived neutering. “Hulk,” Monkey said, “I do not need this. I need to crash and wake all perky. I have tricky work to do on the Porsche and the two Lexi and the Audi tomorrow. The hyper a–holes—no, of course I mean the enthusiastic owners—will f–k me running if their babies are not ready to roll by 5. 5 sharp.”
Hulk jumped into his lap, landing as always, on Monkey’s nuts. …Monkey scratched Hulk’s cauliflower ears. As always, he felt a rush of tenderness maybe deeper than anything he ever felt for a human.”
As you can tell, I have judiciously removed some crude bits. And, to clarify, Monkey is a human. As I helped my human write the book, it occurred to me that more of us should encourage publishers to be sure that cats appear in the books they publish. We should threaten to boycott if they don’t. Of course, we read. How often, humans, have you had your cat rub its face on a book or lie down on an open book. Our reading sensors are in our ears and bellies.
Here is Benez with his library behind him. He’s thinking about what to read next – or rather to write in his journal.
Mewsing: Only we cats can educate about catness. Only we know.
I need to put my foot down about something that I find horrid: RAIN*. I force myself to go out and make the rounds of contacts for the Revolution, but I have to admit that once I feel more than a few drops of RAIN, I run as fast as I can with dignity, back to the compound. My human becomes cheerful when it is RAINing, but I suspect that RAIN is a fur pollutant used as a weapon by corporations and the government. Then, there are the contrails. I shudder. Mewsing: remember that there is no such thing as paranoia – paranoias is simply knowing that somewhere, it is RAINing on your comrades. Power to the pussies. Ruti
*RAIN – Rotten Aggravating Icky Nuisance
Cowboy Benez here. Though Ruti is my elder, I am obliged to point out that he didn’t need the “forward” in “advancing the Revolution forward”. Advance is to go forward. Having cleared that up – it’s rare that I get to correct our rufousineleader, I introduce Ruti.
Ruti here. There is always room for those advancing in the ranks to correct the older comrades. Of course, later there may be need for a good chat, but that will be in only the best interests of the Revolution. Mewsing: Upstarts will insist on advancing. Elders must observe and turn every comment by the younger comrades into an opportunity for the dialectic.
I’ve been out having actual nose to nose conversations with the locals: Manly Cat (pictured), Frai Frai gray kitty, Lara and a few who didn’t want to reveal their names; Squirrel One, Squirrel Two; Felonious Monk (a chipmunk master thief); the Hummingbird attack unit; the ravens – brilliant strategists; and the javelinas – our Wobbly Corps of Engineers. I haven’t had time to mess around with FB and to tell you the truth, I like nose to nose better. (Though I suppose in the case of the hummers and ravens, it’s more nose to beak.) I’m feeling well despite my human fussing over me. Today’s mewsing: How can you really learn about another comrade without being able to smell them?
Here is a true story: my two cousins, Rufous and Zilla and their humans live in the same house/trailer neighborhood we do which is called Kachina Village. Zilla went for a walk about two months ago and didn’t come home. Recently, she was found. A woman in Forest Highlands, the gated golf development next door to KV had Zilla living in her garage.There is a big gate huge between KV and FH – though they can drive through here. We, of course, can’t drive through their fortress. Zilla’s human went to pick her up. As he was leaving, the woman said to him, “So, she went from the outhouse to the penthouse?” And people ask me why I am so hard on the wealthy? Here are me and Miss Chi Chi on the couch in our human’s rental trailer. We love where we live. Mewsing: Don’t eat the rich – it would poison you. Ruti, the Ruthless
I have been lying on the back stoop thinking about how Israel is attacking, terrifying and killing innocent Palestinians. There is something terribly wrong with humans – not all humans, but too many. Humans send other humans to kill humans; humans send evil exploding things to kill humans; humans don’t even have to be in an honest paw to paw fight to kill humans – and animals. If I am mad at Cowboy Benez, I go up to him, give him a warning and a chance to think about things. If he doesn’t pay attention, I give him a swat – usually with my claws retracted. Perhaps he swats back. Then we might have to roll around for a while. It always straightens itself out. But, it is paw to paw. I don’t send Boo (pictured here) to do my dirty work. I don’t drop a melon on Benez head. Mewsing: there is something terribly wrong with too many humans. Please take a hard look at yourself.
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Greetings, friends. May I present comradette, Miss Chi Chi. She is a diva and, if you excuse the sexism, our honey trap (a stratagem in which irresistible bait is used to lure a victim) – though in her case she uses her abundant woman POW!er for good. She lures new recruits into our movement and reveals infiltrators for the slime they are. Here, she wears her summer furcut – just saucy enough, yet ladylike. Mewsing: Solidarity is more important than pointing fingers at each other. Ruti, the Ready p.s. My human asked me to write you that I am loving my life, eating, going outdoors to organizing (a squirrel has joined our comrade squirrel) and cuddling with our honey trap.
G’day (for our Aussie comrades in the work of liberation), May I present one of our ground-level organizers, Cowboy Benez? At this time, his organizing consists mostly of batting milk bottle caps under the stove and kibble into his mouth, but we hold high hopes for him. Cowboy Benez is a member in the UA Plumbers and Pipefitters Union, though he forgot to pay his dues this year because he was occupied with watching a potential squirrel brother from the bathroom window. Today’s mewsing: Every comrade has something valuable to contribute to the struggle – especially bottle caps.
Good morning, my kin in the struggle. As you can see from this photo, I am not simply a cold intellectual pragmatist and political theorist. I am comforting my comradette, Miss Chi Chi. She had broken one of her beautiful fingernails and was distraught. She is frequently distraught due to being a fragile emotion cat – our vet told her that. The work of the true comrade/tte never ends. I feel fine, just in case your are a fuss budget like my beloved human. Today’s mewsing: Watch each others’ backs. It is hard to watch your own – unless, of course, you are a cat. Ruti, the Wry
Good afternoon. I have been thinking about a dilemma we comrades face. So many of our struggles seem to end up in the court system – for instance, after the Coconino Forest supervisor, Nora Rasure, failed to do her job to protect the San Francisco Peaks here from dirty water snow-making, my human and her friends had to fight it in the courts. The last decision against our work was made by three colonizing human judges in San Francisco – when thirteen Arizona and New Mexico tribes hold the Peaks sacred. For at least ten years, we gathered in protest, held teach-ins, engaged in civil disobedience, did everything in our power to educate people about this blasphemy. I think, too, about how so many humans complain about the corporations, but continue to shop in big box stores. I feel disheartened today – though my health continues to be fine. I wonder how many of you ever feel disheartened in the struggle. Mewsing: When you feel disheartened, reach out to your comrades.
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I have been somewhat remiss in posting a mewsing today. We are having our monsoon rains and my human seems to believe that I should stay in. I finally persuaded her that I had work to do. I have discovered a new ally in the fight for economic justice. I don’t know it’s name – it doesn’t speak Cat – but it is a little bird with a black hat. It runs up and down the pine trees. It is a real worker! I believe that soon I will be able – my means of simple paw signals – to persuade it to The Cause. Rain or no rain. For those of you, like my human, who worry about my health, I am eating, working, sitting on her desk and being petted. In other words, please don’t fuss about me. Mewsing: We can be joined by our differences – all we need to do is listen, then talk. Up the coming revolution, Ruti
Here is my scout, Cowboy Benez. He has just spotted an infiltrator – sneaky scruff kitty. Not all cats are comrades you know. As Angela David said back in the day, “Not every sister is a sister.” Sneaky scruff kitty has no complaints since my human feeds him on the porch. That’s the trouble with liberals: they think you can put a bandage on a condition that requires organizing and direct action. Here is today’s mewsing: Remember, we all work for the Man. We all keep the Man rich. Think about how you can refuse the Man.
Good afternoon, my comrades. I apologize for not posting mewsings for a few days. As you can see, I have been at the back outpost – there is a gang of reactionary sparrows intent on infiltrating our compound. For those of you who know about that pesky cancer, I am eating, going outdoors, snuggling with my comrades and purring as I always do. I have a good loud purr and have had it since I was a tiny kitten. My human often tells visitors about that. Then everyone wants to pet me. I pretend I don’t like the fuss, but really it’s quite touching – little joke there. Well, enough about me. Here is today’s mewsing: Consider re-naming American holidays. For instance, if we think deeply about what happened on July 4 and consider how those of us who are not native have treated the indigenous people and animals here, how about calling today the Farce of July? Thank you for your work. Your friend, Ruti
I am thrilled to tell you that it rained here at headquarters today. My human and her friends fought for ten years to stop a capitalist ski-resort, Snowbowl and it’s Federal goon, the local Forest Service from making fake snow with dirty water on our sacred and beloved San Francisco Peaks (That’s the colonizers’ name for the mountain. In Navajo, the mountain is Dookʼoʼoosłííd ; in Hopi, it is Nuvatukya’ovi. I don’t speak Navajo or Hopi, much less human, so I hope I got these right.) I thank the mountain for forgiving the short-sighted ski-resort and its goons and giving us rain today. That’s about as religious as I get, comrades. Don’t worry. Today’s mewsing: Never trust the Feds. (That doesn’t include the workers who fight fires, make trails, work in the offices for the Big Shots.)
Good morning, my companions in the Good Work. I thought you might like to see a picture of my human when she was a kitten – she is the one in the white dress, not the disgruntled one in the cart. My human was already on her way to being my … See More
I guess I don’t have to say that I’m Ruti, the Red, since if you came here you know it’s my page – and, in the best IWW sense, your page. As you can see from our picture, there is no I where we live, only We – or maybe Us. If you don’t know what IWW is: http://www.iww.org/ As more and more humans are waking up to the reality of how the rich consolidate their wealth at the expense of the rest of us, I have hopes that the IWW will find more and more humans flocking (Wait, that is birds, but never mind) to it. Here is today’s mewsing, courtesy IWW member, Bill Haywood: “The mine owners did not find the gold, they did not mine the gold, they did not mill the gold, but by some weird alchemy all the gold belonged to them!”
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And for those of you keeping track of my pesky medical condition: I’m eating, wanting to be outside all the time and snuggling with my comrades. Ruti, the Reliable
Ruti, the Red here. I do hope I’m not over-stepping my wallow. I have made a dozen of them in the sideyard, but this is the first one I’ve made on the interwebz. I am a Wobbly, an old time organizer. I believe that we must take our work and the results of our work into our own hands. It has been far too long that the Big Dogs – so to speak – have grown rich off our labor. Note that I didn’t say Fat Cats, which is both Feline and Large Creatures marginalizing.
I have a limited time to reach all of you since I have mouth cancer. My human and the kindly vet decided that there would be no biopsies (whatever those are), surgery or chemo for me. When the time comes for me to leave this my fourth life, the kindly vet will come and give me the good medicine. Until then, no fussing about this please. I have enough on my paws with my worried human. Besides, like Joe Hill, I’ll go on to organize.
Without further ado, 6/27/2014 Mewsing: The Big Dogs love compromise. When we compromise, they win.
Till tomorrow, Ruti, the Reliable
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