One cat led to another, as cats seem to do.

The cat seemed to be trying to get his attention.

Nevertheless, the little cat seemed to be holding her own.

The cat seemed to be having no trouble either; by the feel of him, he was asleep again.

The question of me wasn't resolved, but the cats seemed to make up everyone's mind.

The cat seemed quite at home in its select spot.

I don't think I'd want to keep a dog, not in the city, but a cat doesn't seem to be any trouble.

The cat seemed to sense his mood and was just sitting on the floor, looking at him.

And the cat seems to spend more time than ever sleeping.

Of everything alive in the little room, only the cat and the silence seemed to look back at her with any understanding.