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, September 10, 2011

I'm Sorry



Mom reached out with her hand to touch me and I snapped back at her, bitch-meowing and all: "Don't touch me!! aaahhh!"

My ears went flat, my eyes couldn't be any more dilated.. I raised both my paws as I layed sideways on the floor, went into a defensive fighting position - and scratched her hands.

"Bella...! honey??? oooohhh....Why are you DOING this to me??", she pleaded with this special voice she took on.

I felt bad. I shifted position. She reached out to my nose with the same hand I had just shredded. I really felt bad. I reached over with my nose and smelled her hand; and brushed my nose and then my chin over her fingers.

This was my way of letting her know I was sorry. I just couldn't help it - I have my nerves. A lot of things have happened to me in a very short time. Some strange people messed with me and my belly, it was all shaven off when I woke up, then I wasn't allowed to go out like I was used to, I didn't have all the attention I craved from the toms of the neighborhood.. And then my owner disappeared after I saw some strange men, all looking the same, take her. And I was left alone, and I really didn't know what was going on. I had nothing to eat or drink for a while, and I was worried sick about my owner, and what happened to her. And then, if that wasn't enough, I was taken by more strangers to this place full of cats in cages... and they were all warning me this was a bad place that I may never get out of..

So, you know - it's been weird.. And then mom came and got me, she seemed so glad to see me and hug me. So I thought she might be my owner's petsitter and I was happy to see her too. I did adopt her immediately too. I kiss her, I lick her hands and legs.. I love her touch, most of the times, and I purr to high heaven when she pays special attention to me. But I'm still "tense".. that's what they called me in that bad place full of cats.

I keep wondering... how long is it gonna take 'till I go back to my owner? I just keep wondering because I'm not sure if this is really where I belong.. It's a whole new place, it's different, there are two other cats in the house who keep giving me a hard time.. Making me feel like I'm just a guest...


[MOM'S NOTES:
Bella was taken to the shelter after her owner got arrested. Have no idea who the owner is but I'm feeling there must have been a female owner involved because Bella understands a lot of words, she is very communicative.. And it's usually female cat 'moms' who keep up this level of communication .. She was also shaved on her belly prior to her arrival at the shelter, so she must have been spayed sometime before the arrest. She is a 6 year old cat, reportedly, and I do sense that she must have had kittens - more than once. That she had a full life as an indoor/outdoor cat, having worn a flea collar when they found her. So she was used to getting attention from tom cats in the neighborhood, who prowled after her all the time.. And now that part of her life is gone... She is in a more sedate, enclosed environment where she continues to adjust. Unfortunately? There are no sexed-up toms around to pursue her, and Googie's definitely not gonna fill that role. So I think what is also happening with Bella is that her hormone levels are adjusting after her recent spaying.. ]
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