Princess - The Cat Who Came Back: Calling The Bluff

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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Friday, January 28, 2011

Calling The Bluff

Mom came home tonight and I was getting skittish as usual. Googie was chasing me, we ran up the stairs once we got wind of her up there, and then she came out from the 'small room' to catch us in the middle of our game. We just stopped in mid-stride and stared at her, I was behind Goog while he was trying to block my entry into mom's room and that silly boy just stood there with his front legs far apart, frozen, and staring at mom like a retard. That's right, he got caught! (Well, but.. she just stared back at us and that was it.)

So, we kept on running around when she came downstairs again. I thought she was going to make that horrible scrunchy-bag noise again and I'm always ready to bolt when that happens. Then I see her sit by the thing on the table and I stopped and stared at her by the steps before I bolted down anyway.

I was pretty wound up. We are both always really excited when she comes home. But then, she comes out of the kitchen toward me while I'm reaching the first steps for "upstairs".

Well, I can tell her bluff.

She made this fake "ooohhh!!!" noise like she was gonna get me, and I stopped in my tracks while climbing the stairs while she was behind me. My body was outstretched now across three different steps while I waited. I knew I was going to get stroked - even though she was making like she was gonna 'get me'. You see, this is a game - and I know it.

So she grabbed my little shoulders and gave ME a "massage" up and down my back for a change. And I just stood there, lapping it all up. After she finished, I climbed the next step and turned around to see her. For good measure, she let me smell her hand - that's always important, you know.

... Boy, that felt good!! I can relax now.

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