I got her from an ad in the paper. I was about 14/15 and my brother who had just moved back to CO after getting out of the Air Force took me down to the person's house to get her. They named her Sunshine which funny enough is what the pound had named my new cat (we are going to change his to something more manly). Ginger was very soft. She liked to dip her toe into milk cups that had been left around and lick the milk off. I don't think she ever had any serious injuries or health issues until the end. She was just old and probably had kidney failure. She was mom's longest lived cat too.