Beside him, the black and white cat lay like a lion, watching the television, too.

The cat lay on the window sill in the last of the evening light.

Dolph looked at Sammy, but the cat just lay there without moving.

When Helvi left in the morning for the long walk and ride to school, the cat lay by the window.

But there were other creatures larger than a cat on whom Swallow might lay hands.

The cat lay twisted across the width of the tunnel.

A cat lay asleep on a big pile of oranges.

With a final roar, the cat twisted over and lay panting on its side.

The black cat, all forty pounds of him, lay across her chest.

After listening for a moment, the cat lay back down again.