After a while the cat sat up and watched with interest.

The cat walked over to a rock and sat on it.

The cat sat and looked off into the distance where the men were looking.

The officer raised the bed until Cat was nearly sitting.

The cat that lives with me was sitting by his food bowl in the kitchen.

The cat seemed to sense his mood and was just sitting on the floor, looking at him.

And why was the cat sitting near the phone, looking so wise?

When Morgan went up in the evening he found the white cat sitting on his bed.

The cat still sat in the middle of the tunnel floor, watching.

It is like a tame cat, sitting by the fire.