We went. I drank the milk (but not the kool-aid) - it was just as silly as I imagined it to be (grumble, grumble, grumble).
But a few minutes into the experience I started to relax. I will even admit that maybe I enjoyed myself. The cats were remarkably well-behaved. (Well, except for the one that was in heat and was acting like a shameless hussy though the boys were having a fine, if frustrating, time.)
And they were cute. And that, mes amis, is why we keep the little critters.