It’s official. Gillian and I have completed the third of four steps towards becoming crazy cat ladies.
Stage 1: Standard cat owner – Get a cat.
Stage 2: Cat person – Start sharing cat-related pictures and posts with your friends on Facebook and other sites, keeping pictures of your cats in your wallet or on your desk, and collecting other cat memorabilia (whether you post/buy it yourself or someone else posts it/buys it for you after acknowledging your extreme fondness for cats). You may also begin to show distain towards your friends, family, and colleagues who are “dog people.”
Stage 3: Excessively fond of cats/beginner crazy cat lady – Attend a cat show (think “Best in Show” for cats…). Alternatively this step may be completed by having >2 cats (i.e. you can have a cat and your cat can have a friend but a third cat really doesn’t have much of a purpose in the hierarchy and thus puts you over the edge towards crazy-cat-lady-ism).
Stage 4: Serious crazy cat lady – you have more cats than you know what to do with (think any episode of Animal Hoarders), any outfit you put together has some reference to cats (cat sweatshirt, earrings, bag, etc.), your cats have more clothes than you do, you don’t notice anymore that every beverage you consume and all the food you eat is at least 15% cat hair, and you decline invitations to social events (or don’t receive them at all) because you prefer to spend your free time at home with your cats. A friend recently sent me an internet card on facebook (note that I have thus successfully completed step 2) which said “cat hair is glitter for lonely people” – this strongly applies in stage 4.
Anyway, 🙂 so on to our story…
Gillian saw a sign posted back in October for a Halloween cat show in Halifax and jokingly (but not really) texted it to me. I then jokingly (but not really) texted her back and said “we should go! it would be hilarious!” So, yeah,……we went. And thus solidified our stage 3 cat ladyness.
The poster for it said it ran for two days (Saturday and Sunday) at the Halifax Forum but we both had things to do on Saturday so we decided to go Sunday around lunchtime. We paid a $5 entrance fee (yep…getting crazier) then entered the arena!
I had luckily taken a pre-emptive dose of my strongest allergy medicine because there was quite a lot of cat hair and dander flying around. The place was complete with all the things a stage 3 cat lady would need to convert to a stage 4 cat lady (cat earrings, wallets, bags, t-shirts, cat paw-print art, bumper stickers, etc.) as well as all different types of gourmet cat foods, cat litters, toys, and other goodies for the most discerning cat ladies to spoil their best friends with. We then made it around to a few of the “rings” where cat judging of various categories was in process. There are apparently two different sections to the cat shows – one for purebred cats, where cats are judged according to breed standards and temperament, and one called “best household pet” for any cats to enter where they are judged mostly on cuteness and playfulness.
While there were a few people that you could pick out as stage 4-ers, I was overall really surprised that the people there seemed relatively normal – or maybe this is just a skewed view as I step up the stages myself… Although I was pretty entertained at the older women keeping track of the competition on their own little scoresheets like old men do at baseball games or golf.
We got to see some crazy purebred cats:
And although we missed the main cat costume event on Saturday, there were a few cats in costume still (this guy also has his own blog! Apparently his name is Nofuratu)
I even scoped out the competition for the “best black cat” just in case I want to enter Dwayne next year (I think that also counts as stage 4. But is it only stage 3 if I do it as a joke?????). But he would totally win! None of the other “black” cats were totally black like he is. Duh, no contest!
I think Poncho might also be a fan favorite for the best household pet but we would need to work on his skittishness/need-to-be-around-Dwayne-at-all-times before he would be ready for the show. Well, we have a year! Time to start preparing boys!!!