mountain cat

We did a movie down in Durango — Great Scout and Cat House Thursday.

Alastair Sim had jowls like melting candle wax, a snarl like a cornered cat and eyes cold with contempt.

We coo over how cute our cat is and minimize the drudgery of cleaning the litter box.

Also in Germany, he made The Mountain Eagle, which was set, Hitchcock recalled, “in Old Kentucky, wherever that might be.”

We had now approached closely to the foot of the mountain-ranges, and their lofty summits were high above us in mid-air.

A lateen sail was visible in the direction of Cat Island, and others to the south seemed almost motionless in the far distance.

The jagged top and spurs of San Jacinto Mountain shone like the turrets and posterns of a citadel built of rubies.

And if he was worried about Farmer Green's cat, why didn't he dig a hole for himself at once, and get out of harm's way?

The cat had been about to spring at Grandfather Mole again when Mr. Crow spoke to her.