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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Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Guilty Parties

I came in fairly late in the evening yesterday and in spite of my fatigue, I became like a dog-with-a-bone ... I'd discovered that my hair barette has been missing and it is the one thing I depend on every day to keep my hair out of my face, make a ponytail, get in the shower, etc. This frekking barette, besides, had cost me almost ten dollars! I knew that Princess had succeeded in swiping it when I wasn't looking because the last time I remember seeing it was when I put it down on the coffee table as I lay on the couch about to take a ..well, cat nap. :)

So, I became dogged in finding it... The first plan of attack was to look under the stove, where other barettes had been found.. In fact, by none other than baby Princess when she arrived in the house last December. That was her first foray, to uncover my old barette from under there, even though you can't see anything unless you stick your snout down on the floor. That's what I had to do now... I sprawled all over the kitchen floor with my nose on the hardwood, looking maniacally at the one-inch gap between the stove and the floor. Nothing. Oh, but there was that fake, painted Easter egg that Princess swiped ... So with stick in my right hand I remained in this pitiful position for minutes on end, trying to get this ridiculous thing out of there anyway.

While I'm struggling in this uncomfortable and inelegant position, I feel like somebody's staring at me. I turned around. There was Princess and Gabriel together crouching side by side at the edge of the kitchen, eyes wide and totally dilated. ("Whaaat is she doing??!", Gabriel especially seemed to be thinking, extending his face toward my way.) I stared back.

"Aww, shit! She's gonna come after us! " They both bolted as soon as they saw my face...

Gabriel ran toward Princess who was under the coffee table by now and tip-touched noses ("It's okay, Pipi, I thank she's just explooreng.") He then came back to check on me ... I was still on the floor working on digging up the damn thang. He came close and looked to see 'whaat am Ah tryin' go git??'. He looked carefully all around, his curiosity peaked... ("Ah weesh Ah could help..")

No barette.. She got her big prize and I still haven't dug it out.
Posted by Denise at 3:36 PM

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