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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Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Another Bad Fashion Choice

This morning I was in the kitchen eating my 'nummy num' with some peace and quiet while Gabriel was busy somewhere "upstairs". All of a sudden, I hear this commotion and a whole lotta running. Next thing I knew, I see him flying down the stairs in this manic state I have never seen him in, never before.

There was no looking at me, there was no communication, nothing - Gabriel had gone crazy. Crazy with a lot of colors on him somehow.. they were all stuck on him.

This was worse than last time when he came in with that big thing stuck around his neck, I mean it looked so unnatural and weird!. This time there was this even bigger thing on him, and I think it was ... chasing him! That's why he went crazy and tried to outrun it. It was really bright with all kinds of colors and it looked like it was going to take over and gobble Gabriel up!

I ran away at once from all this madness and hid behind the couch. Oh my god, what is going on with this catman?

I peeked out from the back of the couch a little bit to see what was happening and then I saw Gabriel looking toward me from a few feet away, all calmed down now. The colored thing had disappeared and mom was sitting by his side. They were both looking at me each trying to coax me out of my hideout in their own way. Gabriel was concerned but at least he wasn't barrelling toward me like last time, he had regained his composure. Mom was telling me that it was "okay now" and to come out, that Gabriel is supposebly normal, to give him another chance. She was even scratching his head and stroking him. Nope, I wasn't gonna. This was just too much. First it was the drunken freakout and now this. I mean, does this catman just ... attract these things on him? Are they like... chasing him and then coming after me?

Eventually, I ventured out and went looking for mom upstairs; but I tell you, I was still spooked to no end, each step I took was careful and deliberate; I looked here, I looked there, took another step. It seemed back to normal I guess.
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