I love the way nature inspires art.
So many of the primitive creations that tug at our hearts are straight out of nature. Plants...animals. I love all of the owls that have been so popular the past few years. And cats...always the cats. They are both nocturnal you know. They come alive and do their thing at night. They need to hunt. They want to play. Have you ever tried to fall asleep on the floor in a living room in a house where more than one cat lives? Not happening. They will bank-shot off of you and land on your head while chasing each other the entire night. Threaten them all you want. It is night. It is their time. Not yours, human.
Our sweet little furball of a cat loves to visit me in the back room at night when I'm watching TV or sewing. She is so gentle and sweet. She will cuddle on my lap or stretch out on the floor at my feet purring softly.
One moment I am walking by myself in the peace of pure, dark silence...the next I am violently body-slammed by 12 pounds of flying fur that clings to my leg tightly and just long enough to communicate: "you are mine, human". And before I can catch it, this nocturnal hyper-beast disappears once again into the darkness...only to employ multiple repeat-attacks before I reach the safety of my bedroom.