I worry about my human being a fuss-budget. Just because one time I went out on my rounds and didn’t come back till midnight, she won’t let me go out after the sun goes down. She doesn’t understand that there are many night workers who need the good word and support of the FLF (Feline Liberation Front). Her son (See picture.) 
is visiting from Japan and even he – a staunch ally of the FLF – won’t let me go out.
I ask that you write these two usually understanding humans here on the website and support my demands: Goez out. Goez out. Goez out. She will try to tell you that there are coyotes in the neighborhood, but I believe that by having frank and open conversations with them, they will become fierce and intelligent FLF comrades. Thank you.
This week’s mewsing: Think beyond the narrow limitations of you fearful conditioning. Ruti, the Ready to be the Midnight Organizer
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