I’m afraid I am not a cat lover, my favorite cat poem being the one by Ogden Nash:

The bad thing about a kitten is that
Eventually it becomes a cat.

Yes, you may now hurl your kitty litter at me…

Nevertheless, I allowed the children to have two kittens when we moved here. They were brothers (we didn’t want lots of little kittens arriving) and were named Loki and Frodo. First Loki went missing, now Frodo. Were they catnapped? Did they sense my antipathy to their existence and run away? Did  they end up under the wheels of a car? Were they consumed by foxes or coyotes? We’ll never know.
Fr Ray in England has two interesting stories of priests and cats. The first scary, the second hilarious. Roving Medievalist also has regular posts on cats. Here’s one. It mentions the first named cat in history and pictures the patron saint of cats.