On the same cat, sunning herself, on the same spot, again

  On the same cat, sunning herself, on the same spot, again

    Will you look at that cat … !

    Can you top that ??

    I can’t !

[Appendix from English literature]

The lady-mother of the kitten  sat sunning her white bosom

in the window,

and looked round  with a sleepy air of expecting caresses,

though she was not going to take any trouble for them.

-- George Eliot, Silas Marner (1861)

And, with the sunlight itself  being depicted as a cat:

All the windows in the villa were open.  Sunlight made itself comfortable in unexpected corners of the room.

-- Vladimir Nabokov, King, Queen, Knave (1968), p. 227