edward , sometimes when the full moon hung high in the heavens and a faint shooting star trailed across our endless sky , id wake breathlessly from a wild dream , a faint flutter in my heart , imagining owls hooting in the trees was the misguided young fellow messing around with vegetables in the garden , or allow myself some comfort for a mere minute or two that noises in the misty meadow yonder were tiny little footsteps picking up the scent of catnip in an inexplicable effort to attract all cats in the area .