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, November 14, 2010

The Bad Cat Syndrome

This will be much more fun to describe from little miss Princess' perspective:

All things considered, I'm really happy in my life. I follow mom around most of the time, I love Googie, he loves me, we love our dinners together, and I love to walk all over mom when she's on her 'beddie bye', before I give her my massage. So this is our routine, pretty much. Oh, and I always make sure to be "downstairs" to greet her when she comes in, regardless if Googie is there or not (he's a little slow on the take but that's okay..)

There's only a couple of glitches to this domestic bliss... Well, there's the part where mom goes and tries to sit on the couch... That's when I get nervous... I see her try to sit from afar, as I'm usually finished with my dinner in the kitchen and then walk over and realize.. well, that she's not gonna be happy when she sits on my pi. I just keep forgetting.

Anyway, it's gotten to the point that I don't even wait to be yelled at, or chased, or see the 'flying thing' thrown in my direction - I just high-tail it upstairs; real fast. But the other day, mom stepped it all up. She began to throw the 'flying thing' at me but then would start to laugh hysterically as she saw me fly myself out of the way. And she DID this two or three times in a row! I just couldn't believe it. Here I was thinking I was gonna be served my dinner, but instead? I was being chased by mom, laughing like a mad woman. It finally ended, thank god... She told me "it's okay, it's over - come and get your nummy-num now, okay?" So I felt safe enough to step back into the kitchen; she stroked my head and then served me my dinner.

But now? Every time I see mom start to laugh at me?? I stop in my tracks, my eyes start to get real wide, and I anxiously study her face, her every move to try to figure out: IS SHE gonna start acting crazy again? IS SHE gonna start chasing me with that thing? DID I do something 'bad cat'???

[Not always a Princess-like charmed life... Sorry! ]
Posted by Denise at 1:00 AM

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