The first show comes and goes. In a field of 20 Bengals, including the #1 and #2 cats of the breed at the time, Spot shows very well. He is a little nervous on the first day of the show, and distracted by a female starting in heat in the cage next to him. The smell and sound of the mature males is somewhat intimidating. The previously playful and purring kitten is tense and wiggly. He is not interested in the judge's toys as much as he is the trilling female rolling on her back. Spot gets a couple of breed and color placements including two Second Best of Breeds, but he does not get any Best of Breeds, and does not final. His owner is crushed.
On Sunday he is a bit more relaxed, having had a day to settle in, and he collects one Best of Breed and several Best of Color/Division, but still no finals. Spot rides home from his first adult show still without a title to his name. The second show is slightly better - Spot gets two Best of Breeds and one final. He leaves his second show a Champion. But his owner is getting more and more discouraged. Dismay soon leads to despair when at the third show, again only one final is earned. Spot's owner cancels the rest of the shows.
Over the next three months, Spot loses his baby fat and adds two pounds of solid muscle to his chest and hindquarters. His body fills out and he grows in poise and self-confidence. He outgrows his gangly stage and one morning his owner realizes that standing before him is a beautiful, mature male that shines like a star. He emails some recent pictures to the breeder, who immediately writes back and said he is crazy if he doesn't take Spot back out to the show ring.