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 traveling family slept in their weather-beaten Welsh cat under the stars.

The cat melodeon performance ruined what should have been a joyful evening.

The market at dawn was a cat's melody of haggling, carts, and stray dogs.

Ancient cat-walks in the old manor groaned under the explorers' feet as they made their way through the darkness.

On the old wharf, the salvagers carefully examined the rusted cat-heads to understand how the anchors had been secured.

The Bengal cat curled up on my lap and purred contentedly.

The wildlife rescue team dismantled several cat-traps set near the old barn to protect feral kittens.

She gave the dishes a cat-lick after dinner so they looked presentable.