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, July 18, 2011

Trying to Understand..

Wale, as a cawntinuation of mah previous tell-tail:

Mom sure did come back later tuday, with Pipi in her box. Actually? come to think of it, it was my box but Ah wasn't gonna get awl uptight over that.. Ah mean, fane, Ah stood and stared a beet cawnfused bafawre Ah approached - but Ah had bigger fish to fry here.

"Pipi, honey, what's happened?", I asked as I stepped up to greet her nose-to-nose. It didn't matter that our faces were separated by this see-through thang.

"Googie, please.. I was at "the doctor's" and I don't really know what happened. I'm confused and don't feel so hot right now, okay? "

Ah didn't know what to make of it. Ah stood around watching for mom's next move, trahing to sort it all out. But Pipi wasn't let out of her box. Mom actually carried her, in her box, all the way upstairs to the 'beddie-bye- floor.

Ah followed up, well.. actually I led them both upstairs, as I knew somehow how this all was gonna play out. At first, Ah thought they were gonna go to mom's room, so Ah went in there and patiently waited to see what would happen next. But then Ah realized that mom took Pipi to 'our room' in the other direction.

And closed tha... door. On me.. So Ah couldn't get to Pipi...

Ah hesitantly skulked around nearbah Pipi's room... Trying to make contact, somehow.. Ah hesitated to even stick mah paw underneath the door, to tale you the truth.

And then mom would go in and out of Pipi's room several times, taling me in the process to 'leave her alone', to back off, to 'be careful!'.

So Ah parked it a few feet away - Ah was going to cooperate, Ah waus!

Until this last time mom came out of the room where Pipi was een? And she tried to corral me, to fenagle me to walk awn down the stairs. She was right behind me the whole time and Ah had no choice but to go down.

Until the fifth or sixth step. Ah figured, nawww! This is too much! Ah ain't gonna be forced to do somethang Ah don't wanna DO, awkay? !

HISSS!!!

Ah stood mah ground as Ah knew mom was right behand me. Ah stopped and stood there and let her know in no uncertain terms that Ah was unhappy about this - yes, Ah deeed hiss. But at least it wasn't in-her-face. She was overpowering me as it was, towering over me.

She backed off. Ah went back upstairs, still worried as hale about Pipi, and parked it again a few feet away.

Finally, mom comes up to me from the lower steps, in a submissive posture. She was facing me, below mah face, clinging on the steps below me: "Gabriel, it's okay. She went to "the d-o-c-t-o-r" and she's gonna be okay. But you can't fight - "NO FIGHTING", okay?", she explained in low tones to me.

Mah eyes shifted back towards Pipi's closed room as she talked, and back to her face again, as mah eyes were as big as ever. As soon as Ah heard those words, "no fighting", Ah understood. Ah stood up, stretched nonchalantly, taking it all in, and head-bonked her. Ah was ready to go 'downstairs' now with her, as she had previously insisted.

Ah understood.

[And so, he spent the rest of the evening literally by my side, next to the laptop.. Occassionally letting out big sighs.. Still.]

:))
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