The days are long. The nights filled with danger. Sometimes even the most loyal FLF workers grow tired – and need baths. Here we are, Miss Boo, our Intelligence Expert and me, Ruti. As you can see, she is bathing me. A few minutes earlier, I was bathing her. This is how true revolution works: not so much watching each others’ backs, but washing them. Today’s mewsing: It is clearly counter-revolutionary to work oneself into exhaustion. From a tired brain come tired thoughts and foolish impulses. While we don’t all have companions to bathe us, we can (I was going to write “fill a tub with warm water”, but that made my paw shake so much I couldn’t keep writing. I’ll try again.) give ourselves comfort (preferably not in a bathtub.) Your faithful comrade and friend, Ruti, the Really Not Waterproof.
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