My mother is superstitious. She hates 13 and isn’t a fan of cats. So I’m wondering if she saw on the news that a 94-year-old Italian woman left her beloved black cat 13-million smackers. I can hear the Italian curse words tripping off Mama’s tongue right now.
Tommaso the Italian cat, who was once homeless in the streets of Rome, can’t directly inherit the money but is named the beneficiary with a trustee, Stefania, nurse to the old woman who died. Stefania promised to love and cuddle the cat once the owner was no longer around.
At this point, I could put about $1,300 in an envelope but how far will that get my piggy? Lettuce, veggies, pellets and hay won’t exactly break the bank but you don’t want to burden someone with caring for your pet and coughing up their hard-earned money to do it.
Before I adopted Princess Piggy Poo, I checked in with my friend Doug who gave me my first guinea pig, Mr. Cucoloris Jr. He generously offered to be Princess Piggy Poo’s stepfather and take care of her until the bitter end…hers or mine. How nice is that!
Even though Tommaso‘s owner had millions of dollars, I can’t help feeling that having friends willing to take care of my baby make me richer than the lonely old lady. That leaves me feeling pretty lucky. Although I won’t be walking under any ladders anytime soon.