Went to a cat show today, and I hadn't even entered a cat. For the first time in ages I wasn't working at a show, and had a chance to sit and talk with friends. And not having entered, I didn't have to arrive at Sparrow Fart. Instead I set the alarm for 9am and took a leisurely wander out to the hall later in the morning.
It was the last show of the year for me. My council has one more show this year but the date coincides with Bathurst once again. I missed Bathurst last year, for the first time since 1970, because I was chasing points for Longhair Kitten of the Year in my council, and Female Kitten in my breed club. I've regretted missing the race ever since. Never again!
I'm down two cats at present; both Hippie Chick and Rhapsody's Angel are off playing with their respective partners. Apparently Chicken wasn't really impressed, she felt the whole experience was beneath her dignity, but Ratty took to it with gay abandon. And I should think so; Ratty is an experienced queen whereas Chicken is a total novice. Still, I'm sure the boy will sweet-talk her round. Anyway, this is why I had nothing entered in today's show.
And as for the 9am start - without the alarm I'd have slept the morning away. With blinds shut and curtains drawn my bedroom is as dark as a cave, even in the middle of summer. It would be a shift-worker's dream! But it also means that there's no morning light to wake me up.
Not that that's a bad thing, or anything....