The old sailor told a story about a cat in the meal tub that saved the crew from hunger.

The manager texted that she'd be out all day, and when the cat's away, everyone in the office seemed to relax the rules.

The old sailor kept a cat-o'-nine tucked under his bed as a grim reminder of past punishments.

The museum displayed an old cat-o-nine believed to have been used on ships in the eighteenth century.

At the shelter open day, when someone pointed at the tiny calico and asked, 'Who's that?' a volunteer smiled and said, 'she's the cat's mother,' meaning she had raised it since birth.

I didn't mean to let the cat out during the meeting.

After the market crash, the sudden uptick turned out to be just a dead-cat bounce.

After the picnic, I had to walk the cat back to our apartment because it got loose.

When I started asking too many questions at the family gathering, my aunt warned me, 'care killed the cat,' and I fell silent.

While hiking at dawn, I thought I spotted a cat o' mountain perched on a rocky ledge.