I went to a cat show & took photographs.  Why?  Because I love cats.  Cat shows are places where cat lovers go.

You’ll encounter aisles and aisles of cats in cages, loving owners grooming and teasing them to furry perfection.  Demonstrations and examinations of certain beautiful kitty individuals happen at different stations throughout the large convention center.

Cat lovers are interesting people, to be sure.  Me, my friend, and a thousand others here for the fur.  Young women, old men, middle-aged ladies of all shapes and clothing styles.  One bro.  I saw one bro.

Among the cages, scratching posts, and cat-themed apron dresses for sale, the cats took their showcase in stride.  Good-natured by selection, adorable by trade, the cats tolerated us humans and our commercialized worship.

Ancient times had rituals, blessings, preferred household member status.  Today, we drag them to Santa Monica and put leis on them for Tiki Theme.  Is it cruel?  Is it ridiculous?  Is it fun?

Looking into the eyes of each cat, I figured it was part of their domesticated deal.  As Rudyard Kipling put it:  “I am not a friend, and I am not a servant.  I am the Cat who walks by himself, and I wish to come into your Cave.”

Dedicated to all my cat homiez, those fallen and those still scratching. #maepsy #banshē #catflag #bellybutton #moe$$$ #vladimir

xo,
suzymae