Birdie the Cat, with Mouse

St. Patrick's Day

Half of me is some sort of Irish or Scottish decent so St. Patrick's Day pretty much means nothing to me.

In grade school we had to wear our most hideous bit of green clothing that day.
Green clothing is always a bad idea. Even at age 8 I knew that. Then we would
cut out shamrocks from green construction paper, write our names on them
and put them on the wall or something. Boring. I wanted to cut out a green
Godzilla! Then Mc Donalds reeled me in with their clever marketing. They made
me think I'd want a green milk shake other wise know as a "Shamrock shake."
Vile. So vile.

As I got older I saw (in America at least) that today is the First
excuse since New Years Eve to go out and prep for puking the next morning.

I drew a mouse in the style of Hokusai (badly) with a three leaf Clover
because I wanted to draw a mouse. And I wanted to show that today is not lucky.

If you wondered, St. Patrick is the most generally recognized patron saint of Ireland or "apostle" of Ireland.

Half of me is some sort of Irish or Scottish decent so St. Patrick's Day pretty much means nothing to me.

That Wizard Cat Crookshanks

As anyone close to me is quite aware, my very favorite character from the Harry Potter series is Hermione's mouse-hating magical feline pet Crookshanks. When each Harry Potter volume was published, I would rush out to Walmart, buy my copy and read the entire volume in the car. Sometimes I would sit in that car for days! Of course, first I would scan the pages for any mention of Crookshanks and then read the sections where he would viciously hunt and kill a mouse, only to bring it back to life and kill it again (and again, and again and again.) Those pages were full of so much mouse blood and mouse entrails! Chapter after chapter of one mouse being killed, eaten, excreted and gloriously rejuvenated. And then cruelly tortured for what seemed like an eternity! Oh the magic of those Harry Potter books! Oh the childlike wonder of it all!