Princess - The Cat Who Came Back: Not All A Bed of Roses

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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Friday, December 18, 2009

Not All A Bed of Roses

Or a bowl-of-cherries. Life that is, with Princess. She may have returned,* but we are picking up where we ... started, way back when in fact. The first few weeks were unbelievable of course, seeing that she understood all the phrases and responded amazingly to them, like jumping up the stairs as soon as she heard "time for beddie bye" the very first time when I brought her. But she is a rascal, just like she was in her first kittenhood. Our love-fest is sometimes punctuated by chasings, faux-hissings on my part, intense eyeball-to-eyeball starings (upon which she scurries off apparently scared to death by my stare), and more shenanigans... She leaves no stone unturned in this house... Everything she hasn't done before, she is doing now.. Fortunately, now that's she's reached her first year she is no longer climbing the fake fig tree maniacally, I've noticed that much. Nor the upholstered dining chairs. We have to start at the beginning, again, and she hasn't learned yet not to walk all over me when I'm sleeping. So, I mean, hey - just because your cat may want to reincarnate? That doesn't mean she's gonna be all-wise instantly, the next time around. Granted, yes - she'll understand those special phrases immediately. But she'll still act like a spoiled kitten. Like a very aggressive, spoiled kitten. If there is one thing different this time, it's that she is much more aggressive maybe because she's with a mate she feels she has to overpower. After all, he did start to follow her and everything she did ever since they arrived...

* (For those of you who are not-so-much metaphysically inclined, I, in my heart and mind have observed it and feel it to be true - and so does F. Reed Brown, the best psychic in the area for the last 30 years who told me straight up about her being back, not even knowing there was even a cat in my life.)

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