Ok I lied about not uploading more photos...

This here is ginger, she is almost 18 *We think she's about 3 years younger than i am*

We got her when Tommy *In the age of Film cameras* Died at the ripe old age of 21, and we wanted another cat. George the silver tabby was not happy, but he spent many days outside chasing coons. So we got Ginger, and that was the name given by the shelter and it stuck.

Me and My dad saw her in the cage being overlooked by many people, all looking at the cuter younger cats, They hadn't even brushed her in a while and so when my dad took her out he got covered in fur.

Many years later, Ginger is a part of our family that will be lost when she dies *If she dies, I'm getting the feeling she's immortal*

This was taken nearly 2 years ago before i went in for my operation and before Mark died. SHe is super fun to photograph, and it's a pain to get her whiskers in frame...