The great cat was silent, it did not even look at me.

The great cat's eye turned to him and came into focus.

The smell of the great cats was heavy in the air.

Beneath his hand, a great cat launched itself up the wall.

No, the great cat realized, and he quickly turned down a side alley.

Somehow she knew that to run would be to bring the great cat down on her immediately.

His deep voice was like the rumble of a great cat.

"And sometimes they are joined by a great black cat."

He turned to the great cat and tried to form a mind picture of what must be done.

But for some reason the image of the great cat would not leave him.