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, May 24, 2009

Cat-Forgiveness

After our eventful -late-morning today, aka my freakout over Princess actually opening my eye cream jar up and dipping her paw in it, we thankfully forgot about it and moved on to our normal routine. Princess reconnected with me about an hour later ... and she forgave me. She started circling around me as I sat at the dining table working on my laptop, 'kissing' my feet and legs and brushing up against me. Gabriel followed suit too.

All I did really was screech like a cat when I discovered what had happened... I was just beyond words at the impossibility of a cat being able to open up a tightly closed jar, even. I'm beginning to talk their language now... why use words when I can just shrill in shock. :)

So, they continued to follow me from room to room, as always. At some point I was on the phone talking to a prospective renter coming in to see my place, it was a brief conversation. I was going to show him the spare bedroom -- yes, the one where they both knew as tiny kittens and spent their first few days in. I guess they see it as "their room" as it has their toy, cat beds, and food - and their kitten memories. But they almost never go in there if I'm in the house - they're with me at all times. Today, they picked the time to claim the room right before I was ready to show it. They both plopped down on the big bed even and just lounged... looking at me as I entered.

When the guy came in the front door, they split immediately never to be seen again until he left. This is the second or third time they have acted totally unsocial when someone new comes into the house. I thought that by now at least Gabriel would be over it because he was friendly with the DISH cable guy. But not this time, they scurried off before they even saw him.

So... they are attached-at-the-hip to me, on a really deep level ... But yet, are unable to remain social with anybody else.

Aw-mah-gawd, what have Ah done. (Cat psychologist ? )

:)
Posted by Denise at 9:05 PM

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