This blog wouldn’t be possible without my partner in crime, the Clyde to my Bonnie, the cause of the tumor I am sure is growing in my brain- Don Luigi Siciliano or for short, The Don.
Don Luigi came into my life at a time when I needed something to fill the void in my heart. And well, he’s done just that and a whole lot more for me. Not a day goes by that The Don doesn’t make me laugh, smile, or cringe from embarrassment.
The Don is part Corgi, part Chihuahua, and full mob boss. From what I have gleaned from his past, he was on the run from the Chicago Crime Cats (a nasty feline mafia ring located on the south side of Chi-town) and made his way to Colorado where he survived on the streets, foraging for food and shelter, dodging the cat cappo, living day by day until an innocent Skirt happened to cross his path (that would be me).
As with most men I’m interested in, I lured him into my life with food and financial stability. Needless to say, we’ve been together ever since, and I can’t imagine life without him.