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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Wednesday, July 27, 2011

A Visit with Pipi

Well, Ah got to see Princess Pipi tonight.

I watched mom taking her from her room and walking over to mom's room and they closed the door on me. So I plopped down by the hall railing, just waiting.

And then the door opened. "Come on in!", mom said to me. Aw, awkay.. Ah will. Ah stepped in cautiously, not knowing what to expect. And there was "Pipi" - in that blue round collar around her neck.

Ah stood there again, taking it all eeen. And Ah approached. '

"Pipi, honey.. Ah've missed you, what's been happenin?", Ah kissed her, nose-to-nose, and on her head and neck. "Don't worry, Pipi, aisn't nothing coming between us.. Not even this strange thang 'round your neck."

She was hesitant but she was glad to see me too. And then she went over a few steps and plopped down, just like that. So nonchalantly. We looked at each other, and Ah tried to understand. It was her belly, she was taling me. So Ah walked over to her, as she was lounging down, and tried to smell her belly, tried to see what she was talking about. But she flinched and sat up, and wouldn't let me.

"Don't... do that, Googie", she warned me, extending her paw outward toward mah face.

So she walked on further away from me and sat under the chair and stared at me from afar. Ah knew to stay far enough away now.. Ah plopped mahself down right bah the door and we stared at each other like that. She kept looking at me with her intense stare; Ah tried to understand what she had been through as she cawntinued to look and relate to me about her belly and 'the doctor'.

She then tried to lick and groom herself down bah her nethers but she couldn't do it. She kept wobbling off-balance with that thing around her neck, she couldn't reach over it to clean herself. So Ah thought Ah'd go over and see if Ah could help.

"It's okay, Googie.. you can't do anything right now.", she quickly dismissed me.

Mom was around us the whole time and after awhile Ah decided to better leave 'em both alone, Ah'll just remove mahself from the immediate scene. So as soon as mom suggested it, at the slightest crack of the open door Ah took mah cue and was more than happy to park it again outside in the hallway.
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