The museum's new exhibit featured paintings of flying cats soaring over ancient ruins.

At dusk the flying cat glided silently between the forest's tall trees, surprising the hikers.

Late at night, the troll cats crept along the garden wall, knocking over pots and stealing socks.

At the rickety tavern they poured me a mug of cat-lap and laughed when I complained about its weakness.

The children giggled as the cats' asses slipped through the cat flap one after another.

The art student named the exhibit 'cat's asses' as a provocative statement about domesticity and humor.

Every evening, the tabby cats chased sunbeams across the living room rug.

Last night, the rescue team placed the cat-trap behind the diner to catch the injured feral cat for the TNR program.

When I joined the group, I knew I had to pay the cat tax and uploaded a silly video of my elderly tabby.

The wildlife reserve reported that wild-cats had been sighted near the river at dawn.