Last weekend, my human flew to New York to attend the BlogHer Conference. I’m not sure why she went — she did not seem to enjoy herself that much. She didn’t feel like she had that much in common with the bloggers there. After all, how many of them are assistants to cat bloggers? At least she got to meet Scrubby Ruettimanns human and say hello to Skeezixs Food Lady. One of the big things about these conferences, besides the networking (which my human didn’t do much of) is supposedly the “swag” — stuff that sponsors give the attendees in hopes that they will promote them. Most of the BlogHer swag was geared towards housewives and mommy blogger types. My human is neither of those so she didn’t keep much, but she brought home a few things she thought we cats might enjoy. Ha.
For some bizarre reason, my human believes that since we cats have the intelligence of young children (which is weird, because that means that young children are smarter than adult humans), that we will enjoy their toys. Mostly we don’t get them. Like these, uh, “Weeble” things.
What are they supposed to do anyway? They’re heavy and just sort of sit there. They are pretty useless. My human wound up tossing them in the trash.
Then there was this Play-Doh package. It came with all these attachments and containers of soft stuff that did not smell like it was edible — or if it were edible, it probably didn’t taste very good. What was I supposed to do with that?
Then there was this cat-like thing called a “Petz.” I have no idea what that was meant to do, and I did not like the fact that it was wearing a cowboy hat. I don’t want my human getting any more hat ideas. She tried to show me how much fun it was by putting it on some Play-Doh. I’m glad one of us was entertained.
So in my estimation, not just my human’s, BlogHer was a bust. I think there needs to be a conference called CatHer. My human would have more fun networking, and I would get lots better swag.