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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Saturday, August 20, 2011

Bella - The 'Cute Cat'



My name is Bella; well, that is the name my new mom has given me.

I may be still a little sick but I really enjoy my time with her. I liked her immediately, as soon as I saw her.
I followed her around in this first place where we were, purred like an engine when she touched me, watched her carefully for her directions .. you know, what she wanted from me and all.

But I'm no pushover either. I stand my ground. Like I will not put up with some ninny cat in the other carrier.
And I do not like to be stroked on my lower belly 'cause it's tender ... there's not much fur down there yet. [it's been shaven].
So, as much as I love her, I will gently let her know not to touch me there. And if she insists, I will more firmly let her know with a kick from my back legs and a bit of a nip and a meow to stop it.

Now, on other things? I can tell you that a bunch of strange men broke into my home when my owner was gone and took me. All these men were dressed the same, very strange. Next thing I knew, I was taken to a place full of cages with other cats. Some of them looked really scared... and they told me about 'the blue corner' where they put cats and hold some weird, clicking square thing popping a sudden burst of light in front of their faces. And that this was a bad sign.. that if a cat gets taken from her cage? And put in front of this clicking thing? The cat's gonna be gone soon. But I knew I'd be taken care of, I never really worried.

Now, tonight, mom corraled me to her room. So I looked out carefully to see if the other cats were around, and as soon as I ascertained that the coast was clear, I followed her. She put me on her bed and I understood that this is where she wanted me to be. I checked out my new surroundings and my eye went straight to this furry animal. I stopped in my tracks on mom's bed and stared at the thing, motionless. Do I, or don't I? Hiss, that is. I couldn't tell at first whether this was a real animal, a cat, or what.. After staring at it for several seconds, I finally figured it out - it was not real..

But you know? I actually wanted to go back to MY room.. the blue room, with the big bed that's all mine. So then, she followed ME. Followed me right back.

I have my preferences.

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