Someone did guess it right, though, and that someone is Caren, mom to the adorable Cody and Dakota! She correctly guessed that Evan gets to star in today's post because it is, in fact, none other than St. Patrick's Day. (Good job, Caren! Check your email for a little prize.)
So, who better to star in today's St. Patrick's Day post than my boy Evan? He is, after all, my freckle-nosed redhead. He looks Irish...
...so he certainly seems the most viable option for wishing all of our furiends out there a happy St. Patrick's Day!
But, this post does go at least a little deeper than that...
I myself have a bit of Irish blood in me, even though I don't really have much to show for it (thanks, sis, for hogging what little red hair was left in the family!). My paternal great-grandfather was Irish, with, I'm told, the red hair and temper to prove it. Those Irish genes were passed down to my paternal grandmother and her reddish hair, and then to my dad and his famous red mustache that I remember so well from my childhood. My sister, as noted above, stole what little red hair genes were left.
Well, to make this long story short, despite my lack of evident Irishness, I have always been proud of and very interested in the Irish side of my family. Perhaps because the ginger side of Irish is present in my ancestry, I have always especially been intrigued by the stigma that you sometimes hear surrounding red hair. I never understood the negativity that certain folks throw at redheads - I, for one, have always thought red hair was pretty darn cool! It was in part for this reason that I always wanted an orange tabby cat. I didn't get any of my ancestors' Irish red hair, but there were cats out there that had it!
And then Evan came in to my life.
As some of you may remember, Evan lived the first few months of his life at the cat clinic where he was dumped and where I worked at the time. Within hours of finding the paralyzed kitten outside the front door, those of us at the clinic were going through names, trying to find the one that fit him best. The first name that came to my mind and that I was rooting for was Fergus. It has always been one of my favorite Irish names, and that adorable orange kitten just looked like a Fergus to me. In fact, Fergus was high on the list of names we were considering for that little orange guy. Want to guess another name that was considered for him? Patrick! In the end, though, the name Evan was chosen because in Welsh it means "little warrior", which indeed he was and still is.
Evan may not have been my first choice of name for him, but he's always seemed to love it, and so when I officially adopted him I had no intention of changing it. However, did you know that I like to consider Fergus to be Evan's middle name? I love to call him Evan Fergus, most often in a perfectly butchered Irish accent.
So there you have it. Evan is my ginger boy, making up for the Irish in me that no one else can see.
From Evan (Fergus) and all of us, we wish you a happy and fun St. Patrick's Day!
Our Tip of the Day:
Perhaps this is a good day to remind everyone that alcohol is toxic to dogs and cats. Alcohol poisoning can become life threatening to dogs and cats very quickly, so please don't share any of that Irish brew with your furbabies!