The Cat Show

Jake, Midge and Booker-T hurried along the sidewalk to the gym parking lot where the people had bleachers, a ring and a large circus sized tent set up for the cat show. People were entering the tent carrying cat carriers. At the back of the tent, they could see tables set up where the owners set the carriers on while they tended to their cats. Some had their cats out of the carriers and were holding them as they brushed their fir. There was a pretty fluffy white cat with a pink bow on her head that Booker-T noticed.

“She is pretty,” smiled Booker-T as he started to walk to the back of the tent.

“Where are you going?” asked Midge.

“I want to talk to her,” smiled Booker-T.

“Her owner may not like you talking to her,” said Jake. “You know how snooty some of them are.”

“I will run if she gets angry,” said Booker-T as he walked on to the back of the tent and got close to the table where the pretty white cat was now standing.

“Hello,” smiled Booker-T looking up at the white cat on the table.

The white cat looked down and stared at him but didn't say a word.

“What is your name?” asked Booker-T. “I think you are really pretty with your pink bow. Do you like tigers?”

“I'm Snowflake,” said the white cat. “You look like a brave little tiger.”

“Hi Snowflake,” said Booker-T. “I'm Booker-T.”

“Are you in the show today?” asked Snowflake.

“No,” said Booker-T. “My owner didn't enter me.”

“Why are you here if you aren't in the show?” asked Snowflake.

“I wanted to see what kind of cats are in the show,” said Booker-T. “I might sneak into the show.”

“The people won't like that,” said Snowflake. “I think you have to follow the rules to be in it.”

“I know,” said Booker-T. “But I really want to be in the show. My friend, Midge sneaked into a dog show one time.”

“Hey!” screamed a woman who came running toward the table. “Shoo shoo! Get away from my Snowflake!”

“You better run,” said Snowflake. “She sounds angry and will be mean if you don't go.”

Booker-T ran back from the table and hurried back to where Midge and Jake waited. On his way he turned and shouted back to Snowflake. “Maybe I will see you later.”

“She is a really pretty cat,” said Midge as Booker-T joined them. “Did she tell you what her name is?”

“She said it was Snowflake,” smiled Booker-T.

“Are you going to sneak into the show when they start?” asked Jake.

“I don't know,” said Booker-T as he said down on the ground.

“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen,” said the announcer over the loud speakers. “We are here to hold our first cat show at the request of many cat owners. I hope you will all enjoy seeing the different cats we have entered here. The first group up will be what we call the 'Alley Cat'.”

Four owners walked into the ring with their cat carriers and placed them on the table in the center of the ring. One by one, they took their cats out of the carriers for the audience to see. As they were showing their cats, Booker-T suddenly got up and ran into the ring. He began to strut around the table proudly holding his head up high.

“Who's cat is that in the center parading around the table?” asked the announcer. “Does this cat belong to someone?”

No one answered and no one came to the center of the ring to get him and Booker-T continued to walk around the ring.

“Someone go in and run that cat out of the ring,” said the announcer.

Two young men came hurrying into the ring and chased Booker-T out of the ring. He ran to where Jake and Midge stood watching him walk around the ring.

“Hurry Booker-T!” called Midge. “Run!”

Booker-T caught up to Midge and Jake. They all ran out of the tent and hurried along the sidewalk back to Jake's house where they sat down on the porch and were glad they got away from there without getting caught.