St. Murphy's Day

It’s my blue-eyed cat’s fifteenth birthday. His name is Murphy. Falling as it does the day after St. Patrick’s Day, I think of today as St. Murphy’s Day, even if, in his capacity as a cat, he’s as ill-suited for canonization as he is ineligible for it. I gather from this doubtless impeccable source that fifteen for a cat is equivalent to a human age of seventy-six, so he’s getting on a bit. Happy Birthday Murph!