Then they vanished as the cat turned and slipped silently into the third room.

The great black cat slipped through her hands so sleekly she barely felt it.

Oh yeah, right, she thought, not feeling terribly guilty about letting the miserable cat slip her mind for a few minutes.

But the cat had slipped through it with him and was looking up at him.

The cat slipped around a corner into a darker cor-ner.

The cat slipped in like smoke and led the way down the short hall.

The man and the girl were again twenty feet apart, the trees stirred in the breeze, the cat slipped out of the gate.

There was no way a cat could slip past him, unseen.

The cat slipped a centimeter or so sideways toward the edge.

The cat, darker than the darkness, then slipped through an opening and moved to the side into a chamber.