She shut it, and sure enough the cats sitting on the lower steps began to move apart.

The cat chuckled and began to work on the other paw.

The cat began to mew, looking for a way to escape.

Cloaked by darkness at last, the cat began to move down the mountain.

The old dog followed and the cat began to run, too.

From what I've heard, your cats began disappearing weeks ago.

As they continued uphill, however, the cats gradually began to slow.

The cat began to back out on its branch, flattened to it.

When the hare arrived there, the cat began to move.

The cat lowered her head and began sniffing about the room.