The biggest cat show I ever attended was in Tampa, FL, in the convention center of a huge hotel. There were more than 2500 entries, and, of course, there were hundreds of cats of all breeds available for sale. The show was in late June and of course that is prime kitten time. I saw cats there fore Europe and one German breed had golden brown fur that stood up one inch tall on end all over the cat's body except for his tail. The fur was so very soft, it felt like petting a lady's make-up brush. And the cat was a huge tom, with a cobby body and a big round head with huge ears and eyes.
Before going to that show during our vacation, we had only been to shows with cats that had two or three hundred cats entered, and other shows with as few as fifty or a hundred cats. The Tampa show was a regional CFA show. The little shows in my home state of PA had been TICA or CFA, depending. My room mate and her kids decided to buy a beautiful little straight eared Scottish Fold queen we named Fiona. She was a red tabby with white non-breeder, pet only twelve week old kitten and the most affectionate little girl you could ever want. Her only problem was she cried all the way home on the car trip from Tampa to Pennsylvania. Fiona was bought for Pam's daughter's, Sherry's graduation present. I learned to love British Shorthaired cats through bringing Fiona home.
I really miss going to cat shows. There are so few of them now.