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, May 2, 2010

The F-Bomb

Princess has been going through regular heat cycles for the past month now. Every ten days or so she starts in again. I am still hesitant to get her into surgery because she is still underweight. Her metabolism is high, she is full of energy, and the reason she is underweight is because she never finishes her dish of wet food; I have to stand there and make sure she eats and return her back to her bowl as she walks away after just a few chomps. And I have to keep telling Gabriel to "let her eat!", which he so gracefully listens to most of the time and walks away, sometimes pre-emptively.

So, Princess has been on another rampage now since mid-week last week, and she has resorted to marking... MARKING!, can you believe it. Well, here's what may be going through her little furhead:

I just can't stand it anymore! I rock and roll all over the place, I chase Googie and swipe at his butt... He takes a few nips at me and tries to calm me down but it's just not what I expected! I keep calling and calling for the right Tom to come along ... but NOTHING! Not a Tom in sight!... Except Googie .. and I've pretty much figured by now: HE doesn't really count. So, I stepped up my game and jumped on top of the kitchen counter - Hah! Oh-yeah, THAT spot was perfect! I let it rip, did a good marking there. This way, they'll know how to find me. Forget Googie, forget mom. I'm resorting to desperate measures now.

Not a single Tom in sight, I couldn't even smell one. I got so frustrated the other day, I jumped over to mom's "beddie bye" and made my mark for good measure. While she was nearby, I knew she couldn't see me but I figured THAT would be a good spot for me to make my mark - this way, she could help get me the right Tom. It didn't work out that way - she got upset with me and stuck my snout on my own pi. I was actually banished from mom's room for a couple of days.

On her way out the door, as we followed her "downstairs", she looked back at me and yelled: "And you'd BETTER NOT pipi on MY bed!! You F---!!! "

I just couldn't believe it. I was already stooping, watching her go out before I heard the F word... my ears go down when I hear that word, and my eyes were like... totally dilated. "Whaaat??? MEeeee??? " I had the most innocent look I could muster. I hope she felt sorry for me now.
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