Bunny Anne

Our dear black cat, Bunny Anne, sneaked in our house one day fifteen years ago, and never left. 

Bunny Anne in the kitchen inspecting all the produce (from Gelson's of course!)

Bunny Anne in the kitchen inspecting all the produce (from Gelson's of course!)

Her Danish owner lived across the street and took a long time to pack up and move back to Europe. 

Bunny, then named “Lille Puss,” realized she wasn’t going to Denmark and decided that the home who took in the stray orange tabby (Tigger) would be a good place to live. 

We renamed her Bunny, as she used to literally leap like a bunny after small birds. 

She was always a fierce hunter and remained on the wild side, teaching Tigger how to escape from the back yard, and playing tricks on him. 

Tigger passed on last year, but our little old lady Bunny continues to run our lives --  and we wouldn’t have it any other way.