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

Fashion Choice Horror

This mornin' stahrted normal enough for us awl. Everytin' seemed faine until Ah went into a room Ah usually don't go into. Ah was kand of fascinated bah this colorful thang standin' there, it beckoned to me. So Ah stretched mah neck and looked into it, explore it; it was so colorful on the outsade and it had this empty space inside it. Hmmm...

Then Ah decided Ah wus gonna walk away from it when the thang grabbed ahold of me and wouldn't let me go! The more Ah yanked mah neck back, the more it came at me, mimicked mah movement! Ah started to walk and it started to follow me! Well, that totally spooked me owt then and Ah ran so fast laike Ah never ran laike that before. Ah ran toward mom, she wus standing in her room upstairs; she tried to catch me but Ah couldn't stop! The thang was still onto me! Ah wusn't stopping for nothing. The thang wouldn't let go! It took awn a laife of its own and gawd knows what it wus gonna do to me! Ah ran out of mom's room and flung mahself down the stairs - this wus do-or-die, Ah tell ya! And Ah could hear the thang making this crunchin' noise all the whaile as Ah flew down, Ah tell ya it wus right AWN me! Ah ran back upstairs again, and down the stairs trying to get it to leave me alone!

I ran out of gas... Ah got so taired, Ah had to stand there all still, in the middle of the kitchen. Ah could go no mawre. Ah no longer cared if that thang was awn me anymore. Mom came down and somehow? She made it go away, it was off of me. She held me close to her, Ah thank she was worried 'bout me.. Ah was breathin' real heavy, couldn't catch mah breath. She held my head close to her and waited until Ah was awright Ah guess.

And then Ah realized, Pipi got awl freaked owt bah awl of thiiss... and went hidin' behand the couch. Aw, naw.. Not again.. Ah looked her way but she wasn't coming owt. Ah better wait then, Ah layed down there waiting for Pipi. Mom came and sat next to me and started tawlking, whaile she was strokin' mah head:

"It's okay, Princess.. Gabriel's okay, see? It's okay. Gabriel just... had a bad fashion choice, that's all... "

Ah decided to scoot over a little bit, further away from mom... Ah don't know if mom was helping matters, wasn't sure Ah wanted to associate mahself with this boolshiit.

[I almost pi'd on my pants this morning in the middle of trying to get ready for work. Gabriel got stuck on the handles of the empty Aerosoles shoe bag; if anybody's ever seen one, it's a big paper shopping bag in bright colors like red, yellow, green. ]
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