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 17, 2009

Speaking in Yiddish..

As both cats continue to grow and thrive, I am noticing that the way they communicate remains in the same stage as when they were kittens. As you know, I found Princess and Gabriel at a pet adoption fair at the Tyson's Petco in early December. They were part of a group of five kittens, as pictured here on the right, even though they were not all born of the same mother anyway, because Gabriel was born 3 weeks earlier. These kittens were rescued from what was deemed a "collector's" home... too many cats, apparently and what not, I am really not sure. But they were taken quite young because by the time they were up for adoption they were still only a couple months old. And of course, they were socialized at the foster's home, a woman who is part of the Four Paws organization and who has been fostering cats for a really long time.

Both cats as we all know by now :) took to me like ducks to water, bonding with me almost immediately. Gabriel, especially, even as an hornery kitten that he was, loved to spend lots of time laying on my lap and falling asleep in my arms. This was and still is part of our routine.

But now that both cats have passed the 8th month mark of their lives, they still are not vocal. I have yet to hear a clear "meow" out of either one of them, I mean a clear and loud one. Gabriel still sounds like a kitten the rare times that he 'meows'... The way that they vocallize is mostly through the 'chirping' sound, I'm not sure how else to describe it. I'm thinking of it as the equivalent of speaking in .. "Yiddish"! Some sort of ... isolated, "regional", cat-dialect that few cats have ever heard of before... :) ... Seriously, when does a cat never meow normally?

And part of their 'Yiddish' tongue, comes the wild swinging of their tails. They both do that as well, just part of their social time with me; their tail swings from its root back and forth really fast while they vye for my attention and petting. But they do respond to my verbalizations to them; like the other evening, they both came into the bedroom and as I greeted them verbally both their tails went straight up in unison, as they were side by side. That's when I know it's not enough to show affection physically by stroking them... they need to hear something from me as well, it's like a reassurance. Princess had started purring as a really tiny kitten that she was the minute I started 'talking' to her, not just by petting her.

I'm just wondering at this point: Are they ever going to come out of this strange dialect? Are they ever gonna meow normally? ... Is this 'Yiddish' tongue a kind of gypsy cat-dialect? A remnant of their feral-like beginnings?

:)

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