She sat beneath the pale light of the slim moon, the stars watching from their vantage point.
She had always climbed on to the roof to watch the quiet unfolding of the night, the birds enjoying one final swoop to their homes, the lights in the houses winking off one by one.
When the foxes came out to prowl, creeping through gardens and frustrated by chickens in too-strong coops, she knew it was time to take her leave of the night.
The foxes watched the cat stretch along the roof under the pale light of the slim moon.
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