Ana Qat

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