I suspect, however, that the real reason we writers who love cats, love cats, is that our cats are like our characters. They can be aloof and disdainful, but they come around when properly (and humbly) wooed. Both are susceptible to the most outrageous bribery. Both are of the fixed opinion that the world (or the story) exists solely for their own gratification.
Contrary opinions and collaborative opinions most welcome (say Cleopatra, Gayatri, and Shakir).