There was a poem:
This mountain is opened by me, and this tree is planted by me!
If you want to participate in the competition, you must pay for the road!
Although it was just a limerick, it could accurately reflect the current situation of various competitions at home and abroad, including but not limited to the pet industry and the CFA, as well as other competitions in other industries.
If you wanted to participate in the CFA Championship Game, you must have a pedigree certificate, which could prove that your cat had been registered with the CFA. This was the proof of your participation in the competition.
As the saying goes, keep the goodies within the family. If an unregistered cat won the grand prize, how could a lot of registered cats and their owners feel? Who would pay the registration fee in the future?
After being reminded by Tim, Zhang Zian remembered that it was true. To participate in the CFA Championship Game, a pedigree certificate was required. If you wanted a cat without a pedigree certificate to participate in the CFA Championship Game, you could only fake the pedigree certificate like the unscrupulous cattery. Not to mention whether he was willing to spend the money and whether he had enough time, even if he agreed, Fina would not agree! Asking it to pretend to be a descendant of an ordinary cat to participate in the competition … Zhang Zian would probably be killed by Fina the moment this suggestion was made …
Zhang Zian could only blame himself for not thinking much and coming up with this idea.
Lauren saw his regret and sympathized with him. She asked her husband, "So, Jeff can only go to the CFA to watch the competition as a spectator?"
Tim thought for a moment, "If you want to participate in the competition, is there another way?"
"What is it?" Richard asked.
Tim explained, "In addition to the championship game, the CFA also has a competition for house cats that have not been registered with the CFA. The competition for house cats does not require a pedigree certificate, nor does it have a specific appearance standard. Cats of different breeds will be mixed together, and the referee will score them according to their health status and performance. Purebred cats or non-purebred cats can participate in the competition. Jeff, if you want to participate in the competition, you may participate in this way. "
"The competition for house cats?" Zhang Zian thought for a moment. He participated in this competition just for fun, not for fame and fortune. It didn't matter which kind of competition he participated in and whether he could win the championship or not.
So he nodded in agreement.
Tim also breathed a sigh of relief. He was worried that Fina would suddenly make some unreasonable demands, and he didn't want to upset the Qigong Master at this critical moment. Otherwise, his Ragdoll training would be in vain … He looked out the window. Fina was outside alone, lying on the railing under the eaves, lazily basking in the sun.
This cat was beautiful, very beautiful, with an elegant posture and a pair of intoxicating green eyes — Tim admitted that it did not quite meet the CFA's criteria for Egyptian cats. Modern Egyptian cats did not have mackerel patterns on their bodies, but this golden cat did, which probably meant that... it was not a purebred. In addition, Egyptian Mais were silver in color. As for a golden Egyptian Mais … he had never seen one before.
Even if Zhang Zian managed to get a blood certificate from somewhere and brought the golden cat to the competition, it would still be impossible for him to win the championship, even if the sun rose from the west. However, if he participated in the competition for house cats, there was some hope.
Seeing that Zhang Zian agreed to his proposal, Tim said, "Generally speaking, cat owners will bring some things, such as a food bowl, a water bowl, a litter box, canned cat food that they usually like to eat, and gadgets like a cat tease stick that can help them relax … If you need them, feel free to use them."
Zhang Zian waved his hand to decline his kindness. "No, just tell me how to get there."
Tim took the map, marked the route for Zhang Zian, and gave it to him together with the map.
"Do you want me to take you there? I know some acquaintances at the CFA, and maybe they can help … "Tim reminded him vaguely.
He had participated in many competitions with his own cats, and was friends with many CFA staff and even referees. The competition for house cats was just for entertainment. Everyone participated in it with the purpose of making friends, and they didn't care much about winning or losing. If Zhang Zian really wanted to win the championship, he could provide some help. Besides, this golden cat itself had the qualifications to win the championship.
"Thank you, but no," Richard said for Zhang Zian. It knew that Zhang Zian disdained to do these kinds of fake things.
"Well, then I wish you a safe trip. Take my car, I don't need this car today. "Because of Zhang Zian's integrity, Tim was a little embarrassed, and took out the family car key and threw it to him.
"Thank you." Zhang Zian took the key, looked at the time, and decided not to delay any further, and set off now. He didn't know the way, and he didn't know the rules and procedures. It was better to set off early to avoid delays on the road.
After saying hello to the Kellers, he opened the door and was shocked.
There was a large crowd outside, all kinds of foreigners, including adults driving, young people walking, and children riding children's bicycles. As soon as they saw Zhang Zian coming out, they immediately applauded and cheered, and sharp whistles came one after another!
"Kung Fu Master!"
"China Kung Fu!"
“Master Zhang！”
"Mud Howl!"
What was going on? Zhang Zian was confused, and quickly closed the door again. He winked at the invisible Richard.
"Should we call the police for an illegal mass gathering?" Richard asked knowingly.
Tim walked to the kitchen window, looked out, and smiled. "Don't worry, Jeff. Jeff, have you forgotten? Didn't you say yesterday that you were going to perform Kung Fu today? Everyone is here to watch the fun, and I know most of the people here. They are all neighbors in the neighborhood … Oh my god! That's Victor, right? This old guy is more than 90 years old, and I remember he has been lying in bed for half a year. Why did his son come pushing him in a wheelchair with an oxygen tube in his nose … "
Zhang Zian moved closer to take a look. At the edge of the crowd, there was indeed an old man who was as thin as a skeleton. His hair and beard were all white, and he was wearing wrinkled striped pajamas. There was a plastic air tube in his nostrils, and a small oxygen tank was tied to the back of the wheelchair. Sitting in the wheelchair, he was excitedly raising his hands and cheering with the others!
What a sin!
Zhang Zian was worried that the old man would suffocate and die in the next second! If that really happened, he didn't know if he would be the one to take the blame …
It turned out that foreigners also liked to watch the fun. This situation was no worse than the monkey show under the Tianqiao in China!
"Look over there! Alan is here too! No wonder he was late again today … "Tim cursed and put on his coat." I'll go and drag him in. "
Zhang Zian looked again and saw that Allen was indeed in the crowd. He was gesturing to a few young girls, imitating the movements in the Kung Fu movies, and making strange noises. However, the girls were obviously not interested in his clumsy performance. It was probably not the first time that he had done this to please the crowd.
Tim opened the door and strode out, pointing at Alan's nose and scolding him. Alan couldn't even lift his head, and the girls automatically moved away. Several people greeted Tim and seemed to be asking when the Kung Fu Master would come out to perform. Tim shrugged and pointed at the house, as if to say that he also didn't know.
Alan followed Tim home like a criminal. As soon as he saw Zhang Zian, he shouted, "Master Zhang! I thought you had already returned to China, and everyone was waiting for your performance! "
Tim scolded again, "It's all because of you who fanned the flames and called all your friends here! I'm warning you, if you're late again, you'll get out of here! Now, hurry up and do your work! "
Alan's face was full of spittle after being scolded. He wiped his face in embarrassment and gloomily went to clean up the chores of the cattery.
After he left, Tim said with some concern, "There weren't so many people today. It was all Alan who spread the news … Jeff, if you don't want to show up, I'll go and tell everyone …"
Zhang Zian thought about it and decided to show up. If he hid in the house, he would miss the CFA competition.
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