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, June 4, 2014

A Special Visit



BELLA'S BITS:

"I have taken the time out the past couple of evenings to pay a special visit with miss Princess.   I have felt that it is time to mend fences and so, I take the opportunity to approach her while she's sitting by the middle of the floor.  She goes there at a certain time every evening, after our meal, and holds court at the center of the blue flowery rug.

I approached slowly and plopped myself down, facing her with a certain resolve in my demeanor.  I wanted to show her that we could talk things over, have some kind of understanding between us and make some final peace.   So I was patient, sitting across from her and having that one-on-one.

"The time will come, Princess, that you will have to take over for me, you know... ",  I began my thoughts to her.  

"Excuse me?  That I "will take over"?  Let me tell you something, Bella:  I'VE been here long before you arrived, dear.  That is what you do not seem to understand.  I KNOW mom long before you ever met her.. "

"Maybe so.. but I know how to take care of her in a way you don't.. like the way I check her face when she comes back home and make sure she's okay.. the way I groom her.  I never see you do these kinds of things, Princess - and I wouldn't expect you to because you just don't know..   But I'm getting older.. And I won't always be there.

I won't always be there to rescue Googie from his accidents.. like the time he got his claws stuck and couldn't get them out.. I won't always be there to help you out when you're running away scared for no reason, just because you heard a knock on the door.  So I would like to teach you womancat to womancat.  Cause there are certain things that little Baby just can't understand."

"I do not need to be taught anything, Miss Bella... I am way ahead of you dear.. Besides:  You don't even give her the massages I know how to do.  And everybody comes to ME anyway.. I've got deputy-Baby at the palm of my paws, I've got Goog in my pocket, I've got Getty my little sister, and I've got Katie under control and her respect.  "

With that, she got up and walked away.   I tried again the next evening.  I am a patient womancat.. And I will keep trying.  "
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