Oh my, guilty! Dave and I also attended an “International Cat Show” in Portland years ago, and we also left feeling…a bit anxious, uncertain. Don’t get me wrong, seeing all those beauties in one room made me high, like being in the presence of gods or spiritual gurus, but the air felt dead, the vibrancy of the kitties, off. We found ourselves enjoying the cat breeder/people watching more than the actual competitions, a somewhat comical Best In Show throw-back but with more snacks and leopard print blouses.
Their meows! The shop where we buy cat food in Thailand has all sorts of small animals in cages (including a few cats); I find imagining their confined lives so painful and avoid zoos for the same reason. That said, I would’ve been tempted by the cat show - at least once.
I have a purebred Siamese who’s been sickly since I got her as a kitten (but she’s adored, spoiled, and still hanging in at 13). Her Siamese-mix step-sister comes from a wild house in rural West Virginia overrun with animals and people; she has her quirks (neither of them is “normal”) but has been healthy and strong her whole life (she’s 12, acts 2).
Oh my, guilty! Dave and I also attended an “International Cat Show” in Portland years ago, and we also left feeling…a bit anxious, uncertain. Don’t get me wrong, seeing all those beauties in one room made me high, like being in the presence of gods or spiritual gurus, but the air felt dead, the vibrancy of the kitties, off. We found ourselves enjoying the cat breeder/people watching more than the actual competitions, a somewhat comical Best In Show throw-back but with more snacks and leopard print blouses.
Me too! Watching the people more than the cats.
Their meows! The shop where we buy cat food in Thailand has all sorts of small animals in cages (including a few cats); I find imagining their confined lives so painful and avoid zoos for the same reason. That said, I would’ve been tempted by the cat show - at least once.
I have a purebred Siamese who’s been sickly since I got her as a kitten (but she’s adored, spoiled, and still hanging in at 13). Her Siamese-mix step-sister comes from a wild house in rural West Virginia overrun with animals and people; she has her quirks (neither of them is “normal”) but has been healthy and strong her whole life (she’s 12, acts 2).
I love this: “ she’s 12, acts 2.” It was too tempting not to go.