The Irish roots run deep through the cats of this household. Even though we’re officially unclear about either Tabs’ or Rosie’s true origins, by default they’ve taken on the family’s legacy, which makes them both a quarter Scotch-Irish.
Rosie reminded me this morning that Tuesday is St. Patrick’s Day. When she found Tabs’ favorite St. Paddy’s Day collar, she tried it on. I think she was also secretly hoping she’d find his end-of-the-rainbow treasure, but he was very secretive about its whereabouts. He never told me where he hid it. I suspect it’s buried in the front yard somewhere close to Sushi the Betta fish (R.I.P.), who died under suspicious circumstances.
I think Tabs’ best St. Patrick’s Day was the one he acted as master of ceremonies for the local cat chapter of the Knights of the Emerald Isle, where he wore his family collar with pride.
Rosie’s more of an introvert, so she’ll be spending her St. Patrick’s Day at home. Also, she’s practicing social distancing from other cats in light of current events.
And PGR rocking her new shamrock charm