Yesterday I attended the Herts & Middlesex Cat Show at the Luton Regional Sports Centre.  It was a great day, and my first experience of a cat show.  As I arrived at the car park I was met by the sound of mews and cries as a large queue of people waited outside the building, holding cat carriers.  Some had several carriers and had stacked them up on trolleys.  Inside three vets were checking all the entries before referring them on to their allocated cages, of which there were hundreds.  I have never seen such a variety of cats in my life!  From small and fluffy to thin and hairless, pointed faces to pug noses, there was every variety you could wish for, including my favourites, the dependable old moggies or 'non pedigrees', who were holding their own against some very chic competition.

There were plenty of kittens too, one of whom cheekily tried to bat a cup of tea out of my hand from the bars of his cage.  I wasn't sure how happy the cats would be under these rather stressful conditions, but I only saw one who was nervous.  Most were very sociable and came to meet any visitors, sometimes even calling nearby passers by over.  They rubbed against their bars or winked contentedly.  On my second tour around the cages later that day, ninety percent were asleep, some on their backs with their legs in the air as though insistent on still performing, while others had curled up in their litter trays.

Congratulations to all the champions, and I hope they all got a special dinner that night for being so good.  I wish I could have entered my Bubble, but at age thirteen and slightly obese with an increasingly disgusting dribbling habit, she's not really up for such excitement.  But I'm sure if I'd have taken her she'd have won every class!