Princess - The Cat Who Came Back: A Wedge Between Us...

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, April 18, 2011

A Wedge Between Us...

There's a place near our 'nummy num' where mom likes to go and do things. Well, she just comes and goes back and forth from this area. I watch her every time open these doors, and then put things here and move things there...

I watch in fascination and I can never quite understand what it is she is really doing.

One time, I jumped up to investigate and I fell into this ....hole! It was in the middle of this big white thing behind the doors. [the laundry washing machine]

Anyway, she always tells me to leave from there every time she sees me. Which only fuels my curiosity even more. Sometimes, another little door gets left open and I jump up on it to see what's in there; but that's a big no-no, I can tell because she'll use that high-pitched voice of hers ("Ah!!"), instead of a civilized word. [No cat in the dryer please!]

Well, tonight I discovered this little thingy near the big doors. It was really a small thingy, small enough for me to push around. Yeah, that's right: I pushed it this way and that and decided that it belonged right about wedged between the floor and the door.. that little opening there, uh-huh.

Next thing I know, I hear mom fumbling with the door while I'm outta there and in the living room by now. I turn around and see her standing there, looking right at me.

[ I won't repeat here what I really did say at first ...]

I looked back at her totally confused, my eyes popping wide open. "Who? ME?? "

"What the F--K did you DO?!!!", she bellowed right at me. This, was the time to high-tail it. Onto "downstairs" and out of her way!

But... I thought I was doing her a ... favor.. I really did think that I put this little thingy where it belonged!

[... this piece of broken, errant wood off of the trim down there by the doors.. big enough to jam the whole door..]

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