Ana snoozes on the back of the couch
Ana grew up as a little street tough in the hard back alleys of Northampton, Mass. In 1992, at the tender age of six months, she was snagged by a pet rescue group and I adopted her. If she could only get outside, she'd be raising hell all over the place.
Ana lounges on her rug
Ana, arranged nicely on a doily
Ana glares at the camera
Ana takes a snack from the greenhouse window
Ana leaves her greenhouse window
Ana with her late stepbrother Mike