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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Thursday, February 18, 2010

Eet's Nawt Awl That Baad...

Hah, y'awl... Gabriel here. Tuday, we had a leetle momentary deesturbance..

You see, Ah keep forgetin' 'dat Ah'm not supposed to deeg mah claws into the carpet. And so, every time Ah do it, mom keeps tryin' to tell me to stop. So, Ah did it again today, just dug in 'dere. Pipi was sitting nearby me and next thang Ah know, sometin' comes flyin' mah way.

Pipi got this look of horror in her face and Ah just scrambled downstairs. Mand you, mom didn't even bother to yell at me, Ah knew Ah was in the wrong. Pipi got totally spooked though and followed me right down, she tried to make sure Ah was awlright.

"Eet's nawt that bad, Pipi.. Ah'll go back upstairs now, you see? 'Cmon, too.", Ah told her. But she wouldn't, she was just taken aback bah this flyin' thang. So we stayed down there for a while, waiting. Ah finally had enough of that so Ah climbed the stairs back up to mom's area but kinda thought about what Pipi was feeling. So, Ah passed by and continued to go upstairs even more [the stairs off the dining room now, going up to the bedrooms].

But Ah stood there, mid-step, and Ah looked back at mom. Hmm.... What do Ah do? Do Ah keep going up? Ah wanted to check in with mom, see how she was feelin' about the whole thang. So Ah looked one more time and Ah got what Ah was hoping for:

"Aww, 'cmon on my baby! Come on!" she told me, opening up her arms in the air.

That's awl Ah really needed. Ah turned right around and bounded down the few steps and just ran, 'er... rambled , over to her. "Awww, MOM! Ah'm so glad we're good again!", Ah 'said' to her as Ah came close to her and jumped on her belly on the couch...

[...It's the mutual adoration society. ]

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