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, July 19, 2009

Being Gabriel

Being Gabriel means Ah gawt to do a lot of different thangs. Laike, Ah step into the room where Ah know mom's in one paw at a time, stopping and then stretching mah neck to assess the situation. Does she or does she nawt want me in here? Or laike, Ah am sooo, so sensitive? Ah kinda...jump at the slightest sudden sound that's near me 'cause Ah am so tuned into what Ah do...

Being Gabriel also means crying laike a baby when Ah want to jump on mom's lap on the couch and Ah can't 'cause sometin' in the way. And when Ah try to chase Pipi? Ah now have to rev mah engines 'cause Ah'm kinda heavy and Ah have to take time out to get going... so mah back legs start revving up first ... kinda laike spinning mah own wheels for a few seconds befawre Ah can start running.

And it also means takin' heed of mom's "excuse me" words nowadays... Ah've learned that trick from Pipi... When Ah hear "excuse me" ? Ah know she kinda.. wants me out of the way so Ah vacate the small room in short order, no fuss about it, Ah don't even look baack even though Ah laike that small room, Ah laike to lay on the cold floor there.

And, Ah laike to give mom some thayme in the mornin' befawre Ah thank it's time to start cawling her bah outside the door... Pipi keeps warnin' me not to wake her up, that's important, Ah know... But Ah sit and wait until Ah know when she wakes up - and then Ah can start cawling her and begging to open the door ("Ah've been owt here enough already, waiting... Pleaase, mom.. pleeeeease open the door, okay??")

Been Gabriel, above awl, means standing there in place whenever mom wants to lauve me. Sometimes? She puts me on the 'beddie bye' in the mornin' or when she comes home at night and she just huugs me awl over. And Ah oblige, y'a know. Ah can tell she needs me just as much as Ah need her... Ah can tell it's really important for her to be that close to me... Ah don't feel smothered laike Pipi... So Ah just stand there, patiently, and let her looove me all she wants...

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