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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Thursday, February 24, 2011

Nawt A Good Start

Mom woke up this morning and she let me in right away and Ah climbed on the bed to be with her. Ah patiently sat to her side, knowing she waus steel drowsy and under the covers.

And then mah morning turned slowly to a beet of a nightmare.

First of awl, mom turned awl her attention to me, wantin' to hug me and pretty much smother me. She did make the 'pat down' on her stomach for me to come closer but Ah didn't oblage. So she turns to me in full swing and is naw awl over me, and Ah'm laike.. 'whoa, there lady..'.. Ah'm sitting steel, kind a panicking awl at once. Mah face took awn this expression of .. remorse.

Naw, if that wausn't enough, Ah knew Pipi was watching bah the other side of the bed, bah the corner there.

okay then, mom gave up awn me and finally got up. But that wasn't the end of it.... She comes up to me, this time with the shiny little thang [small scissors]. Aw, naww...this wasn't boding well at all. Pipi told me last time NAWT to trust this little thang.

Ah shifted this way and that but mom kept taling me 'it's okay, I just want to clean you'. So she snips what appears to be MAH fur off mah ... nethers area. Down there.. And Ah look at the tufts, confused. What in the hale?

She wanted moare out of me. And Pipi was there near us now, right next to me, closely watching her every move in horror. And then she jumped down altogether, she couldn't take it. So Ah was left to deal with mom all alone, and seeing Pipi flee made me even moare alarmed.

"NAWWW!", Ah cried and dug mah claws right down, pushing. And then mah one paw got stuck and Ah couldn't take it out as Ah pushed even harder backwards. Aww, come awn! This is too muuuch. "Hey, it's not my fault that you got stuck now!", Ah heard mom say.

"Hiiisssssss!" , I had to finally speak up and let her have a piece of mah mind. Ah can't take it any moare! You can't violate me and mah 'down there' this early in the morning.

Naw, Pipi jumped back up and stuck her nose near me to see if Ah waus okay. Ah was so embarrassed, Ah tried to make it look laike nuttin' was happening - Ah quickly jumped down and she jumped down with me.

"What happened Googie? what did she do to you?", she looked at me, craning her neck to mah face, as we both quickly walked out of mom's room in unison. "Ah daun't wanna talk about it Pipi, okay?"... Ah'd rather look down on the floor and quickly make an escape down to the kitchen.

Ah steel expected, however, mom to serve me mah breakfast. Which she deed, she deeed. And then we awl ended up back 'upstairs' again where mom usually does other thangs. Ah jumped back up on the bed and what do Ah notice: the shiny thang is steel there, right on the bed. Nose-to-thang.

Believe it or nawt, mom got away with snipping moare out of me this second time... while Pipi looked awn again like she was doin' ...uhm, they cawl it whaat naw? "surgery".. Ah just couldn't believe it... Ah'm seeing moare of mah own tufts just laying there next to mah private parts. Put mah nose right awn them to make sure, is this really happening??!! Ah felt so violated, Ah had to put a stop to it, Ah kept shifting mah position in mom's bed and she took mah hint.

[This is what we go through for a ... sanitary snip. Gabriel is a long-hair cat and when he pi's his long hair behind there gets all matted in knots...]
Posted by Denise at 10:43 AM

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