Toby the chocolate Sphynx drew plenty of comments and stares at the New Zealand Cat Fancy Inc. National Show in Tauranga. Photo / Andrew Warner
Two rooms. More than 200 cats. You can imagine the smell.
Well, actually, you can't. Apart from that initial whiff upon entry of unmistakable feline fragrance – of a stuffy lounge where a window or two ought to be opened and the pets let outside – there isn't one.
The New Zealand Cat Fancy Inc. National Show, held this year at Tauranga Racecourse on Saturday, is surprisingly odourless, I'm happy to report.
These cats are clean, you see. They have to be. I soon find that out.
Kasario Handel's-Messiah, the first cat I meet, gets a bath before every show. He's so fluffy and soft-looking. An Aucklander.
Watson the fat cat is competing. He's a British Blue Shorthair. And about 5kg.
His owner, Avril McBeth from Hamilton, doesn't bath him because it makes his coat too soft.
"So all you've got to do is groom him, wipe his eyes, wipe his face and his ears and you're there."
She's also got to cut all of his claws – that's a rule for every show. Thinking of the judges, obviously. Hell hath no fury like a kitty scorned.
McBeth is a regular at cat shows. She says she likes the company.
"I'm off a farm so I don't see a lot of people and so this is my out. I look after a 93-year-old so it's nice to get away."
British Blue Shorthairs are the Winston Churchill of the cat world, McBeth says. They're grumpy looking, don't make a sound, and only come when they want to.
"But they love food, as you can see by the size of him."
I walk past a naked-looking grey cat that's drawing plenty of attention.
"Oh, that one – it's lost all its fur," one parent whispers to her child.
She then adds with a laugh: "If I could train him to use the shower he can probably jump in the shower with me, but he'd probably die of fright if he saw me in the shower."