now the most awake in the most dead of the night.
the cat moved like a moonbeam from the sofa down
to the floor. Beautiful despite being threadbare
was the carpet always a comfort to the cat's waking!

Purr purr purr from soft glowing fur, the starlight
twinked off of the cat's ethereal coat. Bright little
sparkles flickering all around the room - reflecting
hbursts of light off of clouded glass and silver
mirrors half tarnished. The room could have been a
disco, thought the owl from their not too far away
roost. Purr purr purr, the cat rolled and rolled on.