Bein Adopterayted on St. Patrick’s Day

Musashi Sez:

Well, my neighborhood in Brighton, MA  (near Boston Collidge--full of fightin Irish peoples) is just awash wift folks claimin how Irish they are today (altho we thinks this doesn’t necessarily mean they are akshullee green), an so I asksed my mom if I are Irish too.

It turn out that this is a verree comlicayted qwestion, because basically, I am a Japanese-Dorchester-Feline American. But because Mom is about 30% Irish an 25% Polish, I am eevn more of a mutt than she is, which is sayin something!!!

So if she is English-Irish-Scot-French and Polish (an mebbee Dutch and Swedish, we’re not  shur), then that make me Irish-Dorchester-Feline-Polish-Japanese-English-Scot-French (an probablee not verree Dutch or Swedish eevn if she ever gets more shur).

But like mai fayvritest comic-strip artist Patrick McDonnell (and yu noe that he gotta be Irish-Feline-Canine, no qwestshun!) says, like St. Patrick, in the end we is all adopterayted and that make us all fambly!

Saynt Patrik an Plumbrz an like that

Musashi Sez:

Wull, the top of the morning stuff to yu. So we has hads the egsytmint theez las fyu dayz. The plummr caymd to fix the toylet an he figgrd out that the kitchin sink wuz not gud an mai roommayt toldid him about the baftroom sink problim, which he caymd bak to fix fer us. Now moslee stuff werks agen, altho I don’t unnderstan why I has to be IMPRIZND in MAI ROOM fer lik 2 WHOL DAEZ. Huh.

I meen, it not lik I wuz the one whu left lotsa pertee blond hayr in the showr, or draynd greas frum a fansee stayk dinnr into the sink. I not eevn YOOZ the baftroom sink, now that I am too big fer it. Altho, parintleet this noo one we jus got is lots biggr, so I mae reconsidr it fer the summr, wen I needs somplaes cool to sit…

Ok, I’m dun. Now I’m goin to go bak to mai fiers leprokon hunt in the kitchin. If I catch one it is a win-win-win, cuz I’ll have somthin to plae wift an choo on, an I kin leev it on Mom’s bed fer her to find lik a prezunt, an also ther maybe gold, which I heer is a verree yoosful thing to has.

Bein Irish Todae, Regardlis

Musashi Sez:

Top of the morning to yu!

Mom Says:

And the rest of the day to you!

Musashi Sez:

Thangks, Mom. Yu kin go bak to yer homwerk now.

Happee Saynt Patrik’s Dae, evrboddee! Mom sez that eevn tho I’m a ‘Merickan kittee wift a Japaneez naym an a altr-eego whu werk wift the British govermint, I kin be Irish todae if I wants.

Bein Irish is kinda lik bein a pirat, egsept yu dringks mor tea an yu writs bettr po-etree. Yu handlz rayn bettr, cuz yu deelz wift it mor offn, an possibul yu dringks green beer, althog I am not shur about that one.

Aneewae, my big qwetshun is: Why doez leprechauns has beerdz but not mustashiz? The gy whu wayr green clothz an act all aggressiv, whu is the roll modl fer them stoodints at Noter Dame: jus how Irish is he aneewae? Does he reellee dringk lotsa tea? Doez that stunt the groth of his mustash?


Qwot of the Dae: Erin go Bragh, or Éireann go Bráth. Ireland forever!