My initial purpose for attending the Twin Cities Cat Fanciers’ Annual Cat Show was 80% sociological experiment, 10% love for cats (my cat Putin does have his own jet after all) and 10% quest to see a sphynx cat in real life so I could tell it that it looked like a hand.Okay, and I really like Best In Show and I was hoping I’d see some sort of meltdown over a bumblebee squeaker toy. And by and large? The cat show didn’t disappoint. There were lots of ladies wearing cat sweatshirts, all sort of crazy breeds (including my new favorite, the Scottish fold), every cat-related product you could ever imagine and a million kittens for sale for approximately a million dollars a piece. But let’s let the pictures do the talking!
who uses one of these. Her cats always
look rather surprised to find themselves
being rolled through the streets of St. Paul.
as they can’t really trot around in a circle on a leash,
this is how they do it.
1) Pull cat out of show-ring cage
2) Try to talk about cat’s marking and breed while cat
squirms and, if we’re lucky, hisses
3) Pat the angry cat’s head while it glares hatefully
4) Spray down showing platform while bantering with the audience,
making cat-related puns and telling cat-show inside jokes
seemed to be wearing these. Probably so that
they wouldn’t get barbecue sauce all down their
shirts when they were eating ribs.
holding pen for a Persian cat! But, you know how Persians are,
always need sparkles on the everything.
like his. I probably should have bought one for my cat,
based on this guy’s endorsement.
However, I must warn you. If you go to a cat show hoping that there’s a talent portion in which a pair of cat ladies sings a feline-friendly rendition of God Loves a Terrier, you’ll be sorely disappointed. Maybe they’re saving that for Nationals.Have you even been to a cat or dog show? Would you go to one?