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 5, 2009

Where But.. Where?

I am not sure whether to relay this little moment directly or try to interpret it for Gabriel. But it was in the late morning today when he sauntered up near the dining table area where I was sitting. I assumed he must have seen me because I was right there; but his general attention was elsewhere. So I started trying to get his attention: "Baby.. babyyy!!", I called. And I mean I was right there just a few feet away from him. He had his back to me, facing the stairs. The more I called, the more he pointed his ears toward up the stairs. And then the unthinkable happened: he began to bound up the steps, eager to find me... Thinking I was up there, ears pointed and all...

Aw-gawd!! The first thing I could think of was that he may be having some sort of hearing problem in one of his ears... He actually could not tell where the sound was coming from... He could hear it but could not get the right direction. He did a similar thing the other night when Princess had just entered my closet and the door opening made a squeaky sound. He was right next to it, on the bed when this happened but he was unable to tell the correct direction of the sound: he thought it was coming from outside of the room and he stood up, alarmed, his eyes got dilated as he instantly looked at me, searching my eyes for reassurance. "It's okay", I told him. "It's this way...", I tried to get him to focus on the closet area. He finally did, noticing Princess in there... But he was still left wondering, alarmed as to the sound he heard...

The more I think of it now, the more I am suspecting that it may not be an ear/hearing problem at all... It's more of a ... psychological thing, for lack of a better term.. Tied to his beginnings, as he may be associating unfamiliar sounds as omens, or preludes, to something disruptive about to happen to him... At least he has had a very tight bond with Princess, since his foster days or before... They went through this together and they have each other to lean on.. They're always looking out for each other, besides being so bonded to me. In fact, they were able to transfer, or rather replicate the type of strong bond they have developed with each other, on to me as well... I don't know how I did it... Besides being there 24/7 for them for the first month and a half after my adoption. And just making myself available for lots of love - and slumbering on me for hours at a time.. like an emotional pillow for them.

Gabriel continues to like to sleep inside the carrier, so I think he is making great strides. And I just discovered another yet whole paper towel roll placed over you-know-what (this, on the empty bathroom sink.)
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