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, September 12, 2010

What an Overly Friendly Tone Means to Me

You know, Princess is no fool. She doesn't miss a thing, not even when I try to fool her - even though sometimes I can be quicker and can manage to outsmart her. But she learns very quickly from that. Take, for instance, our new thing lately, the glop I try to get her to lick from my finger of the calming stuff. (Yes, I am actually administering a kind of anti-stress antidote to my CAT!) Well, here's what transpired today, from the cat's point of view:

I was lounging in peace in the other room this afternoon, all cozied up and snoozing with my eyes half closed. You know, the other room, our room. When I heard mom approach. She took that overly-friendly tone with me and I immediately got suspicious. I wasted no time - my eyes got real big as I gave her the once-over as fast as I could, even though I was still laying in my spot. I especially tried to look at her hands but I couldn't see nothing [I was hiding the glop in my hand behind me].

When mom takes this tone with me, I know better, see. My radar goes up and I search to try and see what she's up to - I eye-ball her, trying to figure it out. I'm ready to flee, if I have to - but first? I have to assess the situation.

So this time, I coudn't see anything, and she was quick to come up to me and stroke me and all. So, I figured that was allright. When all of a sudden i saw it: there was this smell at the tip of her finger coming at me, at my face, the one that oh, I hate so. It was too late then...she had me, and I couldn't get away. All I could hear was more of the sickly-sweet tone from her, all the while pushing this funny-smelling glop on my mouth: "Come on, honey!", she cooed cheerfully; "Go ahead! It's nummy-num!"

Aw, please! I have to lick it now that you've pasted it on me, and I really, really hate it sooo....

"ALL DONE !", I then heard her say as she cheerfully walked out of my room. I stayed there, on the bed, trying to collect myself from this sudden intrusion.
Posted by Denise at 11:30 PM

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