Ginger, with love 3/91 - 4/06

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Home:Hanover County, VA  
Sex: Female

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Ginger [with hard G's], Gingy [soft G's], Gingette [soft], Fatty, Mike Tyson

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Quick Bio:
-cat rescue

Orange Tabby

she loved rolling on the sidewalk in the sunshine... or eating

she couldn't stand other cats

Favorite Nap Spot:
sofas, countertops, under bushes

Favorite Food:
anything she could hog from her brothers and sisters

she was great at bullying other cats around

indoors and outdoors

Arrival Story:
A neighbor found her as a kitten and brought her to us to keep until a more suitable home could be found. Ginger happened to get along famously with our dog, Robbie, and so we kept her. I found out about our family's decision to adopt her during my eighth birthday party.

Ginger gave us 15 funny years. She, like her name, was not very original or clever, but she was a good old girl, and we've got great memories of her. She came to us as a very young kitten, barely able to keep her balance, unable to jump, and I have memories of her taking these ambitious flying leaps from one piece of furniture to another with her arms outstretched like Superman... leaping with such conviction and invariably falling short. The image of these failed jumps that persists in my mind still makes me laugh. And I remember one time she strung herself up by her back feet with the cord from the blinds in our furnace room, and I got home from a Saturday art class and heard her crying. And when my brother and I were younger, we used to pull Ginger into our laps, prop our knees up, and pretend she was playing an invisible piano spread out across our knees. And sometimes I would misguidedly dress her in my dolls' bonnets. During the week of April 9, 2006, her health began to decline rapidly. She had been battling renal failure and early diabetes for a few months, but she spiraled quickly into very poor health during the last week of her life. She didn't leave the house, which was very unusual for her, but it afforded us all time to see her and love her before she went. One morning, I sat on the floor with her and relived all my memories of her, sure that it would be the last time I'd see her. On April 13, almost 15 years to the day we first took her in, I didn't see her in the kitchen before I left for work, and when my parents awoke, they found her unable to move her back legs. My dad made the decision to bring her to our vet to be put to sleep, so my folks said their goodbyes and she was gone. On the morning of the 14th, Dad and I buried Ginger next to the house, among the bushes at the end of the driveway where she always used to lie to wait for our cars to pull in. This way, I told him, we'll always come home to her. Ginger's middle name was Garfield. She was the first cat that I was ever allowed to name. We will miss her a great deal.

The Groups I'm In:
All of us who drink from the faucet - or other running water!, In Memoriam, Virginia Cats

I've Been On Catster Since:
September 17th 2004 More than 12 years!

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