On the trail ahead, just where it wound out of sight, a large, black cat stood, looking back at them.

A cat can't stand a closed door, Qwilleran thought; he always wants to be on the other side of it.

And the cat stood next to him, with one paw in the air.

The cats stood for a moment, then they, too, began to walk slowly after the companions, staying about ten feet back.

The cat stood just within the open door, staring in turn at the armorie.

The cat was standing in the doorway of the bedroom.

The cat, fully into the room, now, stood dripping on the carpet.

The big cat stood just without, staring up at him.

It also hangs down loosely when the cat is standing.

The cat stood for perhaps a minute looking toward the tower.