The calicoes clustered on the sunlit windowsill, purring contentedly as the afternoon light warmed their fur.

Every morning, the calicos in the shelter cluster by the window to bask in the sunlight.

She sewed a summer dress from the bright calico she bought at the market.

She wore a calico dress to the summer fair, its red-and-cream pattern bright against the green grass.

The calicoed tomato plants showed yellow and green mottling across their leaves, a classic sign of infection by Tobacco mosaic virus.

The calico cat jumped onto the windowsill and dozed in the afternoon sun.

The calico cats lounged lazily in the sunbeam that crossed the kitchen floor.

The biologist carefully examined the calico bass before releasing it back into the lake.

Every autumn, my grandmother decorates the table with ears of calico corn and dried sunflowers.

The calico queens claimed the sunniest spots on the windowsill as soon as the weather warmed.