Last night I found myself out in the street, looking for Starlight. It was cold. I was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts and I was eating the final slice of toast. The park gates were locked, and I didn’t fancy climbing over the fence and walking around the grass in my bare feet searching for my stray cat. Looking up, I saw the blue-white light of a full moon creeping over the treetops. Smiling, I went back inside, leaving Starlight to the hunt.