You know, the reason that I don't brag about my wins on email lists isn't because I don't approve of them, or even because I'm too modest.  The truth is, I always intend to, but just never get around to actually writing them.  And these days, I'm being most thoroughly spoiled because most of the shows I go with Stacy, who, upon returning, promptly updates her site and reports the show results of her wins and, bless her heart, mine as well. (This is doubly pathetic when I am told by friends that they go to Stacy's site to see what's going on with my cats because her reports on MY cats are more recent than on my own site.  Sigh. )  But this last show there was no faithful Stacy with me and, as she says, she can't write up a show she didn't go to!  So I will do my best.
Now when I am returning from a show, I do write the brags - it's just that they're in my head and I usually practice them to anyone riding home with me - or, if by myself, I regale the cats with my clever turns of phrase. But once I return home, life gallops away with me and I just never seem to get around to putting my practice onto paper - or in this case, computer.  But this time, returning from the Great Lakes regional with my husband, I didn't get much practice in.  We went to Wisconsin for numerous reasons, the main being that my husband wanted to spend a few days with his parents who live in Wisconsin (I dropped him off before the show and picked him up afterwards), but I got to sandwich a cat show in as well.  However, although we had 24 hours of driving on the way home during which I would have liked to tell and retell my wins, my husband figures that, once I tell him that Chainlink got his Supreme, well, once is quite enuf and he really doesn't want to hear it again.
"Guess what?" I crow when I arrive at my in-laws to pick up Craig after the show. "He's now Supreme Grand Champion Cheetahsden's Chainlink!"  Blank faces from his parents, but Craig says, "Oh, that's a relief." Then turns to his parents and explains, "That means he got his highest title and now she can stay home".  Good grief.  You'd think I'd been going to shows every weekend.  
"Well, it only took a half dozen shows" I respond, a little huffily. 
"Oh dear", sighs Craig's mom, "too bad it took so long". 
"No, no that's not long - that's good."  I'm getting a little frustrated.   I try to go on to expound.  "And just think - he was the second of my cats to get a Supreme within the last month - Cheetahsden's Tomahawk got his in July! 
But Craig just eyes me and says quietly,  "Yes, we know.  You told us that last month."  His parents smile blankly.  "You mean you have to do this with more than one cat"? 
"No, I don't have to do it - it's fun", I respond patiently, although at this point I am starting to wonder.  Somehow, it all sounds so flat being told to these good, solid, salt-of-the-earth folks. 
"Well, he's a pretty kitty" my mother-in-law says dubiously eyeing my purring, drooling boy (he drools when happy, and sucks on his stomach).  "Will he catch mice?  We have mice in the pantry."
I sigh, and set Chainlink up for the night in the pantry.  I explain to him that it's not him, it's just that, to my husband's farming family, cat shows aren't exactly within the realm of their experience.  But they are trying to be happy for me - even though they can't grasp any of this cat stuff, they love me and want to support me.  And before we load up the next morning to start the long drive home, Chainlink proved himself truly worthy of praise to my mother-in-law.  He caught that mouse. :-)