PRINCESS's STORY

"The Princess Diaries" began about fourteen years ago as emails to cat loving friends. They were stories about Princess's diary, a tabby cat who was born in 1989 when I rescued her. She was about four months old. She was in tune with everything I did or even think, she always amazed me so much, I just had to write about her. After nineteen years with me, she went to the Rainbow Bridge in August of 2008.

The house felt painfully empty after her passing. But I vowed never to replace her. In my heart, she was irreplaceable.
And then I started to see her in my dreams. Suddenly, I remembered one morning that I had seen her back in her healthy form and I was told "she is ready now". I was not sure what that really meant.

Just a couple of days later, I was led to a pet psychic by other people at an Expo event. It was an unplanned, spontaneous occurrence, I had not thought about visiting a pet psychic and did not even have a picture of her that they could use.
Princess' spirit came through the pet psychic who repeated those same words I had heard in the dream: "She is ready" .... to be born again.

How would I find her? How? She said it would be "like a Petsmart, one of those places".

I took it in stride. I still did not want to replace her with any other cat. One day, about 2 months later, I found myself suddenly making a turn off the main road into a Petco I never go to, away from my area. I felt compelled to go in even though I had no other cats to care for. I spotted an adoption fair poster in there... and I heard clearly in my heart and mind the thought that 'you've got to follow up on this - don't let it go'. I did.

I returned for the adoption fair and as I entered, I began to feel like I was in a trance.. I kept looking in cages but could not "feel it". Finally, I came to the end of the cage line and I stood motionless, staring at this tiny tabby baby sleeping on top of a larger orange fluffy kitten. She was less than 2 months old. As I stood there, contemplating my feelings, the orange kitten stood up and came to the front of the cage, reaching out to me with his paw... He let out a meow at me as he saw me take a few steps away, mulling this sight over in my mind. I turned to see this kitten holding out his paw at me, literally meowing for me to come back...

When Princess II came home with Gabriel, she was barely 2 months old. And she knew. She knew all the old tricks and phrases - and she wanted to show me exactly what she knew.
She was born in the same type of body, a tabby.

I could not tell while she was a tiny baby but she grew to have the same type of bow-legged look to her hind legs. She also carried the same fear. Princess was fearful of the scrunchy sound of plastic or paper bags all throughout her life with me, it may have been something that had happened to her in her first 4 months of life before I rescued her. She also had a herniated belly when I found her in 1989. Now this new kitten, as she grew, had a slight protruding feel on the same spot of her belly, although vets did not detect anything 'wrong' with it.

To this day, the new Princess is still fearful of scrunchy bag sounds while no other cat in the household is.
"It's time for beddie bye now", I said when she returned to the house as a two-month old - and on cue, she climbed up the stairs immediately and looked down at me from upstairs for my reaction. I was just floored ...this little kitten responded to a phrase she never heard of before. "Wanna get some 'nummy-num'?" - Yes! She ran to the bowls. This was her first time as a new kitten in the house.

It was a miracle - and we are still living it. It has been now been over 8 years later now since her new incarnation.

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Sunday, April 26, 2009

A New Lease On Life

As life continues with the cats on board, I still reflect on how I found them and I get amazed at the strong bond, the strong attachment that they have with me. I don't take that for granted.

Every single day, no matter where I am in the house and what I do, they're right there alongside with me. As I move about from one room to another, they follow me. As I open the bedroom door every morning, they're right there, camped out by the door waiting for me. I finally moved their fluffy mattress bed there so they'll be more comfortable. This morning, they were sleeping on each other, much like the time when I first found them at their adoption cage; but as soon as they heard that door open, they sprang up to greet me. ... They greet me every day when I come home, as I go through that garage door into the rec room.. there they both are, standing up and waiting. Always.

I look back sometimes, just for a moment, on how utterly sad I was over losing Princess in August. That awful day. And how I tried to continue living in this house without her, feeling the unbearable emptiness every time while the universe kept sending me the same message through several people: "When are you gonna get another cat?", they would say or suggest. I had to be led, literally, to that pet psychic... literally following a stranger by happenstance on that day, October 5th, where the message fell upon me that my poor cat in spirit wanted to come back. Soon. Before Christmas even, "at a place like a Petsmart". She said I would know, that she'll be "this tiny little kitten". She picked up that my poor cat 'had to be put to sleep', and that there was a problem with her kidneys or liver. And that I called her "my baby". I know that perhaps this nickname may be common for many pet owners; but I did call her 'my baby', all the time, in a special way. The fact of the matter was, this pet psychic was 100% correct about Princess's life and passing.

It would have to happen that I would get that sudden urge to steer the car to the Petco one day without giving it a second thought. Where I could not at first find a cat in all the cages that 'called' to me. Until I found this tiny tabby kitten with a foreign name tagged on the cage but who I later learned was nicknamed... "Princess"... Who would know her way around the house, and show me that she'll jump all the steps "upstairs" to "beddie bye" as soon as she heard it, who would run over to me the first time she would hear it was "time for [dinner]".

It has been a miracle. In more than one way.

And Gabriel.. well, it was love-at-first-sight with him too...Both of them were in the same cage along with two other orange cats. When I first touched Gabriel and held him, I knew immediately he was special. I mean, when this cat touches you, you literally feel the heat emanating from his huge white paws ... He is definitely a healing cat.

The arrival of these cats has created a kind of good luck, a kind of ... new lease on life for me. I began to sleep better as my sadness was replaced with amazement in my heart. And then I suddenly got recruited for a new IT job just a few weeks after their arrival. In the dead-of-winter, something that has rarely happened to me in my entire consulting history. Everything has cruised on peacefully ever since.

This is a ...furry miracle.
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