78 | July• 2019
HUMOUR
I
UNCLIPPED THEkennel latch-
es and waited for Orwell to exit.
After nine hours of pageantry
- being manhandled by judges
and relentlessly baby-talked
by spectators – this box was the only
thing he trusted. Eventually my
wife, Janae, enticed him with a trail
of treats and he sauntered out into
our apartment, woozy after his cat-
show debut.
You are wondering what kind of
people put their house pet in a cat
show. But it is the wrong question.
The right one: why him and not our
other cat?
The boy is a Siamese-cross, and
cross-eyed. His coat is like cashmere
and he is perilously cuddly. As for his
companion, the girl, she’s a plump
blue tortoiseshell – plain-Jane. What
she lacks in looks she makes up for in
BY OMAR MOUALLEM
FROMHAZLITT
What entering my pet into a
cat show taught me about the
true nature of felines
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ILLUSTRATIONS: GRAHAM ROUMIEU