Mum and I saw a sign that said cat show. My mum said, “Let’s go there,” so we went to see it. We went inside. We saw lots and lots of cats. We saw one that looked just like my dad's cat, Ziggy. The breed is an Abyssinian. She is 8 and moving around a lot because she doesn’t like cages. She was moving so much she didn’t stop to sniff my mum’s finger. It was so weird.
Next, it was time for the judging. The award went to the tabby. Charlie owned
the tabby. He went up to take the award, then we clapped and cheered. The cat calmed down. She finally was calm. We still clapped and cheered. The cat’s name was Ziggy. After that, we left the show, but, before we left, the person who hosted the cat show said, “Good night, everyone,” and everyone said, “Good night,” back.
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