Princess - The Cat Who Came Back: A Deesturbance In Our Meedst...

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, July 1, 2011

A Deesturbance In Our Meedst...

The mornin' started quate naturally, with mom doing her usual thangs.

And then, Ah noticed Pipi got into a frenzy: she left her poopoo-box in a hurry after she heard mom come out the tinky-tink thang [the alarm remote]. It was that sound, At thank, that really got Pipi's goat: that special tinky-tink.

Ah personally am no longer afraid of the thang becoze mom had taught me a while back that "it was okay".

And so, Ah watched Pipi quate impassively, run around like a mad cat, jumping down the steps and looking back up to mom, and then looking toward the door.

"Googie! Somebody's COMING!", she fretted, with a mad look on her face - and then she disappeared. Ah stayed. Until somebody DEED come in, and then Ah scrammed... That had nuttin' to do with the tinky-tink thang.. This was a whole new level.

Anywah, after a whale, Ah kept hearing mom taling me "it's okay", and "come and get your nummy-num". Pipi never did show back up, she has bean MIA...as they say.

But Ah trahd to make an appearance. Ah, timidly Ah do admeet, came down a few steps to see what was going awn. And what do Ah SEE? This whole new big thang right bah where mom usually sits by the thang [laptop]. There was this whole new thang there, a different color and a different shape than bafawre...

Ah just couldn't take it. Ah wouldn't come down, eet didn't matter that my fresh 'nummy num' was waiting for me. That would mean Ah would have to pass the new big thang and that is out of the question...

And so.. Ah am still just sitting by a safe-distance, bah the higher step, just looking at it. Quate suspicious.

[Gabriel can't come to terms with the new, dark blue office chair by the dining room table. I figured, I'll sit on it and write here for a while so he can at least associate it with me. ]

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