Cat Fancy (Or, What's Up With the Cats England?)

Let's talk about cats.
More importantly, let's talk about Brits and their cats.
I have come to the conclusion that British people are cat obsessed. This isn't really a problem with me, cause I love cats (I also love dogs, and yes, you can be both a dog and cat person) in fact I have two cats.

(let's now take a quick break to talk about my cats shall we??)
One cat I have is very old. Her name is Louisa, she is 16 I think, very cranky, quite skinny, very talkative, but quite energetic for her age, in fact, she has just recently ventured into rooms she hated for years and goes outside. Good for her, good for her. The other cat is Jean-Luc. Jean-Luc is crazy. Jean-Luc look like a French man (or some say Elvis) because he is totally white with the exception of his tail and his head which is patterned to look like a head of hair and a beard. It's true.
(okay, end of American cats)

Back to Brits and cats.
The first thing about Brits and Cats that caught my attention was an Ikea commercial that featured cats roaming free inside an Ikea store. Upon further investigation I discovered that this commercial was created by some people getting 100 house cats and releasing them into the store and turning on some cameras.
People are strange, mostly, British people are strange.

This is that commercial
Ikea Cats

Next... Brian Eno and his cat. Yesterday in British Pop we watched two documentaries about Brian Eno. In the 2nd one, a pretty recent one done by the BBC, he had a black cat. This cat wandered around his home, and was often the focus of countless shots, including some nice close-ups of this cat just chilling around Eno's pad. Still, the real kicker was when they showed about 5 minutes of Brian Eno holding his cat and chatting about music.
For your viewing pleasure, here is a picture of Brian Eno and a cat. This picture is from a time long before the documentary we saw, and with a different cat, but you get the idea.

Lastly I shall tell the story of Bubbles.
Whilst walking back into Stratford-Upon-Avon from Anne Hathaway's cottage a few weeks ago, we (being myself, Shena, Latrice, and Therese) happened upon a cat. This cat was quite friendly and cute, so I picked her up and cuddled her and discovered her name (according to her tag). I then put her back down, Shena petted her a bit, and we headed off to find a pub. But Bubbles hadn't had enough, and that little cat followed us all the way to the pub, and into the pub. She then was discovered in the pub by the workers, questioned, picked up, and gently placed outside.

And now I leave you with this.
Do Brits like cats cause they are sometimes snobby and independents of their owners? Or because they are soft and cuddly?
(consider that tricky one)