The cat ran away.

The fattest cat?

You cat!

It's the cat's meow!

Poor old cat.

Bye, cat.

Hi, cat.

Hello, cat.

Where's the cat?

The cat is under the table.

Give that cat to us.

It's that cat.

Cat and mouse!

Cat and mouse!

You spit like a wildcat

The dog ran after the cat.

The cat is sleeping in a chair.

Does the man feed the cat?

The white cat is under the tree.

like a cat with a mouse.

You may have read about The Cat...

I was too close to The Cat.

Bye, kitten.

It's that mangy tabby cat! He's the ringleader!

Jenkins showed me the cat's body and I myself saw my little cat's collar in Mr. Rinditch's wastepaper basket.

A deadly game of cat and mouse is happening.

CC the cat, for cloned cat

Here's Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye.

Peter, don't pull the cat's tail.

Which is the cat and which the mouse?

Maybe you are the new cat.

Cat food, 27 cents.

That cat really was blue.

Maybe the cat is hiding under the bed?

'You'll see me there,' said the Cat, and vanished.

Well, I'm afraid I used to be the cat.

Oh, stop this daily ruckus! You fight worse than cats and dogs.

But also, the cat, the censorship, is not sleeping.

So that's the update about this game, cat and mouse.

The dead cat was really a white cat.

You want me to marry this wild cat?

Yes, police following you, John Robie, The Cat.

You're positive Foussard was The Cat?

Oh, and get a look at the real Cat, who'll be there purring.

You know who the real Cat is? I do.