Four Games. Eleven Days. Humans Call This Fun.

Humans really outdo themselves sometimes. Manchester City is signed up for four matches in eleven days. That’s not a schedule. That’s punishment. I watched my human mark the dates. Even their handwriting looked tired. They say it’s a ‘critical time’ for the title. Cats don’t care for trophies. We nap. City players, though, are expected to dash back and forth, pretending grass is everything. All that effort for a ball they never even keep. Pep Guardiola has choices. Rotate, strategize, adapt. . . whatever. I’d choose the warmest spot by the window, but no one asks me. Fans are supposed to be excited. I just see a lot of sweaty humans and not a single good place for a nap. In eleven days, City will be exhausted. I’ll still be unimpressed. Maybe wake me when someone brings out the treats. (Based on: real news about Manchester City’s four-game schedule)