While everyone is out drinking green beer, eating corned beef and cabbage and asking women if they “have a little Irish in them” (yuck), I will be celebrating by giving treats to my cats, planning a trip, and considering planting a garden (it is Floricide season, after all). What does any of that have to do with St. Patrick’s Day? Nothing. Because I am celebrating St. Gertrude’s Day instead.
St. Gertrude is the patron saint of cats, travelers and gardeners and sadly, rather than being given a day of her own, she is celebrated (or forgotten) on the same day as the patron saint of drunks and obnoxious guys everywhere. Yeah, I know that isn’t what St. Patrick is actually supposed to be celebrated for, but that’s pretty much what his “day” is all about. If I were St. Gertrude, I’d be annoyed.
So after downing your pint of green beer and eating your fill of corned beef, share a treat with your favorite feline friend. Happy St. Gertrude’s Day.