Last evening I went to a monthly art gathering where friends get together to show art they’ve created based on a theme. There’s an outdoor cat named Otis who became the inspiration for today’s drawing. He entered the room meowing at everyone. Then he sat on my lap for about a minute before he was off exploring somewhere else. Later, we noticed paw prints on the roof and hood of the car. This morning, I was thinking that’s exactly how ideas can be. They come when they please, making a grand entrance. They disappear when they feel like it. Sometimes they don’t come when you call them. Other times you discovered they’ve left their mark where you didn’t want it. But when they come and stay for a while and purr, it feels pretty good.