Which events happen when judging
One gets to know almost all possible facets of human life,
unfortunately not always at their best side.
I was just e newcomer amongst the judges in the shorthair category
and had to judge a large amount of blue British Shorthair and some
few lilac British. All cats were so beautiful, that the selection
for nomination was a rather difficult task. I took a lilac British
male, a lovely Teddy bear. One exhibitor, whose blue British male had
not been nominated by me, almost died from a heart attack and
started to scream quite loud on me. I would not have any experience
in British Shorthair, his male would have won Best in Show
frequently. I would not breed British and should retain from judging
the British. But, my lovely lilac Teddy bear won unanimously Best in
Show amongst the seven shorthair judges present at the panel.
I judged red self and red tabby Persians. One exhibitor was quite
nervous and arguing, if his red tabby male would also change his
tabby pattern with me. The poor exhibitor had received already 4
different judge's reports, and every time his cat had another
pattern, once it was a Red self with ghost markings, once it was
classical tabby, then it changed to become mackerel, and last but
not least the cat was also spotted. 4 CAC, but unfortunately no 3
equal reports and thus no champion title. When I asked the exhibitor
for the pedigree of his cat, he was quite surprised and told me,
that I was the first judge to ask him for the pedigree.
I had to judge Cornish Rex, the group of all pointed. And this can
sometimes become a difficult task, in particular when the pointed
cats are with white. I do remember very well on a cat, which had
already very high titles and over sudden started to change its
colour from one judge to the other, like a chameleon. Once the cat
was sealpoint with white, once it was a sealpoint Tonkinese-point
with white, once it was a chocolate Burmese-point with white. The
cat rather had almost all colours from seal to chocolate with all
possible points from Tonkinese-points to Colourpoint. What does an
exhibitor or breeder feel, whose cat won already several titles and
starts to change its colour from one exhibition to the other? Often
the request for the pedigree clarifies many errors, and - believe it
or not - those exhibitors always carry the pedigree with them.
The majority of exhibitors is disappointed and leaves for their home
feeling sorry, when they do not win all the prizes for their cats
they desired. But some exhibitors can become quite embarrassing and
file complaints. Once a colleague had to judge the so called x-colours
in Norwegian Forests, which are recognized now as amber colours, and
asked me for a counter-signature because of the colour. I was quite
surprised, because the cat had won Best in Show as Blue Golden, but
had no blue colour or dark tipped hairs on its entire body.
After the show I searched for the cat, and I found it in the x-colours
group, named as chocolate and cinnamon, where the cat had been
presented on a recognition show. I also found the very same cat in
the winners' list of the year as blue golden. Sometimes judging is
full of surprises.
I am always very sorry, if some colleagues talk about how ugly the
cats had been they had to judge. Are there existing really ugly
cats? Does not every cat appear to be the most beautiful and most
lovely cat for its owner? Is not every cat a little piece of artwork
of nature? One cat complies with its stand more, the other less, but
each one is beautiful in its very specific way.
As allround judge I have to judge many cats of very different
breeds. Thus I judge also often Manx, a lovely breed very interested
in everything. I do remember well of a gorgious, quite large tabby with
white male Manx, a very keen boy. First he inspected all my papers
on the table and made a mass of them. At least he decided that it is
boring to sit on my judge's table, jumped down and disappeared into
the hall. The exhibitor seemed to know that procedure already and
called for his male. And, indeed, the Manx male hopped back, stopped
in front of my table, begged like a dog and jumped back on my table,
as if nothing would have had occurred. This male had won Best in
Show quite often. Some years later I had to judge once more a tabby
with white Manx male, which looked like an image of my dear boy.
And, in fact, it was his son, who had got the same keen temperament
like his father.