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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Monday, January 10, 2011

Vet Aftermath

Mom did take me to "the doctor" along with Googie the other day. That much is true. Poor Googie, he really lost it and he got me kind of upset too. I mean, mom picked me up and put me in the "carrier" and I really didn't fight it. In fact, I saw it coming. You can just tell the way she'll come into the room, well.. MY room, while I was snoozing on top of my bed. I came to with a start, seeing how intent she was. I tried to hide under the bed but she convinced me to come out, that it would all be "okay". So I believed her, and I came out from under the bed on my own. And into the carrier I let her put me in.

Now, Googie... Googie was a whole other matter. I had to sit there and wait patiently, boxed in this tight little space for quite a long time, while I could hear commotion between Googie and mom. I heard screaming from Googie, all kinds of threats... It was ugly.

And then he had to face me. "Goog...what are you thinking?!! Can't you just calm down? She did say it's "going to be okay", didn't she? ", I tried to reason with him while we faced each other. But no, Googie kept on with his hysterics. He had me almost convinced that we were being taken away.

And then of course, we got to "the doctor", like mom said, and I stayed in my carrier. But you know what? I really didn't wanna have nothing to do with that entire scene. I kept my back to everybody and just stooped there as quietly as I could muster. I was intent on getting through that ordeal in my own way: quietly.

Once we got home, mom placed our carriers in this different spot. Eventually, I decided this wasn't a good place. "Googie, we need to fix this. Let's move this this way, I don't think it's a good thing for mine to be seen. I need to hide it okay?"

And so, good old Goog helped me rearrange things just my way: out of view. Hopefully, mom won't be able to find mine.


[After we came back from the vet's on Saturday, I placed both carriers under the daybed in a vertical position right by the outer edge of the bed. About a day later, I noticed that both carriers had been pushed back, near the wall. With the Princess pink carrier out of view, behind Gabriel's. ]
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