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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Tuesday, December 21, 2010

A Change in Shifts

I've been quite busy with all my interests and doings in the house all this time, what with mom chasing me around half the time calling me 'bad cat' after my forays into new spaces or digging up something nifty to keep, or with my flush, hot-and-heavy days rolling on the ground and what not.

And so, I hadn't quite noticed what Googie-boy had been up to all this time. But it did occur to me one day: 'WHERE does he disappear to when mom gets up from her 'beddie-bye' every morning?'

And so, I decided to inquire and find out for sure. I started prodding Googie: 'Hey, Goog? what's going on? Where do you disappear to? I see mom, and then she goes off to the small room ... and then I don't see YOU'.

And then he finally fessed up: "Well, Pipi.. Ah go awn in there to be with her.. what do you thank?!!"

"So what is it that you DO in there Goog??", now I really wanted to know.

"Well, Ah... Ah.. just sit there next to her and Ah look up at her and ..you know, she takes me and holds me on her lap and ..you know, hugs me a lot. Whah?? You mand??"

"Huh! Is THAT SO? No, Goog, I don't mind. But you know what? I'm gonna have to cut in on that, you realize that now don't you? Because you DO know that I'm number one here, RIGHT?! You knew that since day one, didn't you!!??"

"Awkay, Pipi... Awkay...You can have your time with her too, Ah aisn't holding you back or nuthing."

And so, the next time I began to pay closer attention to mom's movements, not that I wasn't alert before mind you, and made sure to accompany her MYSELF to the small room. WITHOUT Googie. I made it a point to have MY quality time with her, like he described HE did.

I made sure to stand up against the magazine stand in there and reach out to her nose, nose-to-nose. Another words, I was pretty much in her face at that point.


[And so, Princess tries to replace Googie (Gabriel) every morning while I'm in the 'small room'...But at least now they alternate.]

:)
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