At another cat exhibition we sold cats.
People, of course, go very different. There are hardly any casual people at the exhibitions. Only cats, often secret.
The most grateful spectators are adult uncles over forty, who came as if to show cats to children. Like a company with someone. If you offer to chew a cat, they will ask, “Can you?” And it stands like this, the cat glides, outwardly harsh, serious, serious, and the eyes... There is just happiness.
A man and a woman came to us, brother and sister. Young (to 60 both), it is visible that they are good and well-off (the dream of the breeder, who not only grows cats, but babies, as with children). They want to buy a cat, but they can’t. I am interested.
We would have taken them all! For now we can only watch. My mom doesn’t allow me! But she is old, we’ll wait.
I was so sad when they left.