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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Wednesday, June 23, 2010

A Transfer of Anger and a Curved Neck

We had a serious cat fight this afternoon that I had to break up. Unfortunately, it looks like I helped create it to begin with.

We were all happily lying around together on the couch. Princess was snoozing on my feet, Gabriel nearby under the coffee table. He figured, he couldn't fit himself on my lap this time, it was an awkward position.. :)

Then Princess got up to go eat in the kitchen. Just as I was trying to cajole Gabriel to come up on the couch, stroking him and talking to him, I noticed that he suddenly turned all his attention to Princess. It was the fact that she went to the kitchen to eat. He got up on all fours, ears perked in her direction, and began to stalk his way to the kitchen.

"This is why she is so skinny... He's stopping her from eating every time she goes there... ", I thought. Well, I stopped HIM.

"Gabriel? NO, no.. ", I called but he fought me. He spited me and ran right into the kitchen straight to the bowls. "LET HER EAT!", I yelled. I knew that the moment he does that she starts to leave. I reached out and picked him up and brought him back to the couch. As we both sank deep, Gabriel got stuck between the couch and my body, all four white paws up in the air, his belly sunk down below me. There was no way he could move up, he was totally stuck.

This was a very unsettling feeling for him. Apparently, Gabriel does not like to feel out of control. I began to giggle a little, watching him try to come up with that oversized belly of his and he couldn't do it. He really had to struggle and yet he wouldn't use his claws on me to get a real hold to come up - he knew it would hurt me a lot if he were to dig into my legs. So he struggled a little more and finally he got his body to turn over the other way. Now he was back on all fours.

He looked up at me, eyeball - to- eyeball - he really looked very unsettled.. very perturbed, I could see it in his eyes.

"Ah can't belieeeeve this happened to me, gawd damn it! ." He jumped down from the couch and the first thing he did was to target Princess who was done eating and was now unsuspectingly grooming herself leisurely nearby. He got over to her and pounced. "STOP FIGHTINGf!", I yelled from the couch. They split up for a few seconds.

I knew this wasn't good when he went back and started curving his neck menacingly at her for the second round, raising his body and neck to make sure he's higher than her. I could tell she didn't know what had hit her, why was he so mad. She crouched in response which is very unusual for her. He continued to take this threatening stance. The next thing that usually happens after a cat stands over the other with the neck curved is the shrilly 'yelling'. Of course, in OUR household, we don't do this sort of thang... (we don't know how).

I really had to step in on this one; I fret that he may hurt Princess inadvertedly, even though he loves her so much, because she is so small boned and tiny, and he is three or four times her size. She ran downstairs to get away from him and he tried to follow her but I stopped him. At least he listened to me and stopped - now he could tell I was pissed. He continued to have that shocked and confused look in his face now that he discovered that he was not going to be allowed to bully her to that extent.

..At least, I did not hear any squeals for the next half hour and Princess came up to watch me lift the barbell weights so... it seems like it was all good.
Posted by Denise at 9:55 PM

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