Today's post is part of Lexa Cain's blog hop celebrating the small things. Visit our fearless leader and her two wonderful co-hosts L.G. Keltner @ Writing Off The Edge and Katie @ TheCyborgMom.

I started thinking how I might express a 'Night Cat' (not her term), and spent a happy hour or two doing it.
First you need a cat. There's this beautiful photo that I've loved for a long time:
This is a Maine Coon cat, arguably America's original longhair. DNA tends to show that they came over with the Vikings. They are formidable mousers, very laid back, smart and almost dog-like. Mine, now dead at a grand age and sorely missed, certainly loved the dog, but tended to thwack him with a paw.

I generally like a sky with a very dark blue tint, but in this case, I thought, black would be fine. So I used it.
The cat would be a shadow against the sky, invisible unless you knew where to look, the embodiment of midnight (very amusing, if you happen to be acquainted with Maine Coons, but still...
I fiddled with things, adjusted shadows and highlights, frowned, tweaked, and came up with an image that isn't a bad first effort. I'll fiddle more later:
I'm off to visit family this weekend. One of them has learned that she will need a hip replacement operation. This is not a bad development: the rest of the family has known it for a long time. Now I must get her to understand that it will ultimately help her. The fact that she is in my life (she's my mother) is a very good reason to celebrate.
What are you celebrating?