The cats were waiting, and they knew something was up.

Around the first turn in the twisting path I saw the cat waiting for me.

A black cat with jade green eyes was waiting for them on the street outside.

The cat waited for a long while, but finding that the lion did not return, went back to the house where they lived.

But there were no cats waiting in the window.

Grown men looked like cats waiting for a pack of rats.

I told him the captain was out walking, and the man waited, like a cat waiting for a mouse.

The cat was still waiting for us, but as soon as we moved in its direction it started walking again.

An enormous gray cat waited by one of the three doors on the landing at the top.

He was like a dog pointing, like a cat waiting to spring.