24 September 2008: Ginger died this morning of kidney failure. She was eleven years old. She
was a small, dainty, feral, tortoise shell Cape Cod cat who hung out in my
yard and sunned herself on my doorstep, seducing me from a distance.
Getting preggers and knowing a soft touch when she saw one, she adopted me
in April 1998 in order to give her kids a home. She was a good stay-at-home
mom and a good friend. She kept me alive through some very difficult times.
I wish I could have done the same for her.