The cat had turned his head at her call.

He took a few steps forward, and the cat turned away again, moving off into the trees.

The cat turned his head from one side to the other, as if he really were flying to make sense of what she was saying.

So these two other cats turned him on H and he was fixing right with them for over a week.

The black cat turned to face them, eyes red in the staff's light.

The cat had turned its full attention to the armorie.

For the cat had turned round and given him a scratch.

The cats had turned into people of a kind, with speech, intelligence, hope, and a mission.

He'll start thinking all these cats are turning against him.

A cat whose tail was pulled would turn and scratch.