Sarah sent me a link from the Birmingham Cat Show, or whatever it's called.
High maintenance putters vie for trophies. Or their owners do. My two don't need a fricking show. They already know they are princesses.
But I like these pics. One for the cattitude, one for being so pretty.
(I didn't say purrdy. I didn't. That would make me a weird old woman with 127 cats that the authorities come and arrest as TLC films it. I am not her.)