Well here we again, judging time and I have the ribbons ready!
(bangs the tannoy system, adjusts the volume and *coughs*)...Thanks to all who took their time to enter.
(fighting severe feedback on the tannoy
)Honourable Mentions:Jose:"Yes. Evil "fat cat", indeed." (No doubt inspired by the banking crisis.

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Blofeld's Cat: Yum- wait. Hey! I said red wine with fish! Not... what is this?(Want some wine with that cheese??

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MissDalton99:"Feeling the need to keep in shape for the big premiere next month, Blofeld's cat sits on the floor and works out to the Pilates video he stole from the dressing room of a fellow Bond cast member." (Is
that what Dame Dench has in her dressing room? Often wondered...

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Judo Chop:"Unable to chase like he used to in his younger, thinner days, Philemon locks and loads and prepares to flood the mouse’s hole with…" (On a tangent, there's a place called Mousehole in Cornwall you know.

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Mr Blofeld: "Yes, even cats do it." (I know, but why at always 1am in the morning and on top of my car??
but I wish them joy of it. 
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5th place:Jose: "Blofeld's cat, about to prove the floor is so clean, you could eat off of it!" (Spilt some curry sauce on the floor the other night so I can testify to that being an advantage.

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4th place:MkB:After the New Year party, a very hungover and nauseous Blofeld Cat declares:
"It never happened to the other feline..." (Know that feeling all too well as do you.

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3rd place:elizabeth:"When you sit down with your tail between your legs you realize how fat you really are." (Don't know that feeling, I have a body of an Adonis
(I lie) 
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2nd place:Goodnight:"Blofelds cat couldn't help but play with his 'tail' whilst watching his favourite pørn flick "Pussies Galore" (Don't know that particular film. Probably find it in Soho.

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WINNER!:Solace:"Not one film have I been allowed to say a word well thats it. No more. I wont move until my contracts the same as baldy's". (And quite right too! Power to the cat!

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When posting this picture, I didn't realize there would be so many "feline in release mode" answers. Couldn't see it myself until someone duly pointed out that indeed, we might have a w*anking cat on our hands.

Oh well, divine proportion and all that.
Anyhoo, over to you 'solace' for your quantum of an entry in the annals of Cat Cap Con history.
Congratulations and Godspeed
(and in lieu of getting the tiara and sash which is now firmly ensconced in the cabinet in my guest toilet, treat yourself to something nice at your local chippy, I do when I win..
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