Ginger started living with me when I was 15 years old. She was about 2 to 3 years of age.  She was always there for me. She was also dear to other family members.  She went to you when she wanted attention otherwise stood by herself.  She was the queen of her castle and other felines that came to live in the home were put in their place really fast by her. I loved her very much she was with me for twenty years and I will never forget all she means to me and all she did for me.