Cat Convo

Wm is super excited because he is going over to have an all day play date with his BFF on Thursday instead of going to Clubhouse. If there is one creature who is real happy the play date is elsewhere, it's Schroeder. Because he is the real loser in any Wm play date. Wm and his friends love to carry him around under his cat armpits and "play" with him. Schroeder, the weirdo, doesn't just run away the way you'd expect a cat to. He just sits there looking sullen and takes it (angrily). Then, as soon as the boys leave, he collapses and snores away for hours.

Playdate PTSD

But, my favorite was a conversation Steve had with him…

Schroeder: [bite bite bite]

Steve: SCHROEDER! Stop! Do not bite me! I'm not playing with you! [goes into kitchen]

Schroeder: Meow.

Steve: No.

Schroeder: Mrrrrrrrrow!

Steve: No, Schroeder. I'm not giving you wet food.

Schroeder: MRRRREEEEOOOOWWWW!

Steve: NO! Not after the way you treated me.

I am pretty sure Schroeder totally gets it and is super remorseful about it.

I have discovered I love watching American women kick a little world ass. Steve was happy to have a soccer-watching companion (Wm, as usual, declared it "boring an stupid" and went up to hang out in his room). Steve told me that the US-Japan World Cup game had higher ratings that the Stanley Cup or some other big sporty thing I can't even remember now. BUT, the women's entire team made $2 millions for WINNING THE WORLD CUP. The shitty men's team LOST and got over $50 million for sucking. Even Steve was horrified and he's usually all, "women's sports are stupid…patriarchy...blah blah blah."