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Moments later I succumb to the orbital pull of another fanatic. This woman lives for her cats. She has quit her job so she can spend every waking moment with them. She rises at dawn, eager for her day of brushing her cats' teeth and combing their hair to begin. (Never, ever use human paste on cats. It upsets their stomach.) The idea of brushing my cat's teeth without howling, squirming, blood loss...well. But she advises me to present the cleaning to my cat as something fun to do. Sort of talk it up. And while I massage his gums, I must maintain the running pep talk. Soon, she promises, my cat will look forward to these daily moments of intimacy almost as much as I will.

Still unsure, I move on.

A hop-skip-jump away I find yet another proud owner pontificating. She gives her reason for living, an Oriental longhair named "Booger," intense spiffing before each show. This involves three shampoo sessions, each time using a different and very special feline-only shampoo. That is followed by a blow-dry, then a careful trimming around the eyes (allowing the breed's saucer-eyed look of perpetual accusation to truly shine). She never allows them to groom themselves. When asked about the accuracy of rumors that shampoos and blow-drying are harmful for cats, especially since they have their own god-given (I had learned to speak their language on previous ethnographic outings) system for maintaining freshness, she reasoned "how would you feel without your regular shampoo and styling?" Apparently she was too wrapped up in the competition to take in my greasy split ends and 2-inch roots. My off-color "why-do-cats- lick-their-balls-because-they- can-maybe-you're-robbing-your-pet-of-some-fun" comment was left unanswered as the team's number was called and all amiable chit-chat ceased immediately. A few brisk, finishing-touch brush strokes and they were off to ring number five for the longhaired kitten competition, the crowd parting for their importance.

I ride her wake, slipping into the last available seat just as the games begin. One by one, the kitties are brought forward. Baywatch. Rocket's red glare. Miss Cleo Catra. Izzy Furreal. Rock-of-Ages "Pyromania." Mr. Moon of Aqua Stars. San Xavier of Inheritance. Booger. Stretch Limo. Andromeda. All are stroked, stretched, and examined closely by the judge, who is looking for the traits their breeds are known for: certain proportions, correctly placed ears, eye position, coat quality, and over-all health and alertness (tested by a tease from a tinsel-tipped wand).


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