Princess - The Cat Who Came Back: Cornered By A Boor

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, September 9, 2013

Cornered By A Boor

BELLA'S BITS: "MY Side of The Story"

"I heard mom moving about upstairs in her room so it was time to go up and see her. So I gingerly climbed the steps halfway up when I saw that pesky Katie up already at the top. She was sitting there looking at me, taunting me.. daring me to come up, threatening that she would pawslap me.

I literally had to stop mid-step while I had almost made it up there too. But I just didn't want to get into a fight with her and I certainly did not want to be attacked.. So down I went, to the halfway landing. Mom saw it all and kept trying to tell me it was okay to come up, and 'don't worry'. But there was that problem ...So as I waited for that kook to go away, up comes that orange mountain Googie. He sees me nervous and uncomfortable, he looks at Krazy Katie up there who starts lying to him .. making it look like I'M the one who wants to attack HER.. And he takes the offensive on me.. Can you believe it.

"Bella, you're outta line again... What did we say? ", his arrogant self leaned toward me menacingly. He was way out of line himself, complete with orange fur flying about, it almost made me sneeze, I'm so allergic to his whole self!

"Leave me alone you booor! ", I tried to get away and there was nowhere to go but lean back to the corner and the wall. "If mom sees you, you're gonna be in so much trouble! You're not supposed to be doing this to me, you dumb bully!! "

"SNORT! SNORT!!! Don't you dare insult me, Bella! ", now he got really upset at my threats.

"WHAT is going on down there? What are you DOING Googie? Out! Out! Get down please! No!! ", mom's voice echoed now through the stairs as she ran over to my defense.

And the little boorish heap of orange fluff was gone. Just like that. "

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