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.

Copyright@2016 All Rights Reserved

PET ASTROLOGY READINGS

BOOK NOW - Email to schedule: dsgreer2010@gmail.com.


Friday, September 12, 2014

"MAH BOY": Googie's Teachings of Baby-G



GOOGIE:

"We were awl going about our day, mom was up, and Ah was waitin' for her to come on down when suddenly, Ah heard a blood-curdling scream.

It was mah boy. Mah boy was in pain and anguish, Ah knew it.

Next thang Ah knew, he was rumbling down the steps, utter horror in his eyes.

"DAD!! DAD!! She hurt me! She hurt me Dad!! Please keep her away from me Dad! Aww my tail hurst SO BAD! Getty had been right ALL those times!! It's TRUE!!! "

Ah didn't know what to make of it.. Momma done hurt Mah Boy? How could it BE? She came on down herself after him, she was bare-skinned and saying "I'm sorry! Awww...!! " Meanwhile, Mah Boy kept running away from her, his eye all big and dark and wide.

Ah stood between them, Mah Boy tryin' to hide under the table near mah Little Getty, and mom on mah other side. Ah did not lose mah cool, Ah stood there contemplatin' the situation and Ah looked up at mom's eyes, searching for a reasonable answer.

"It was an accident, Gabriel...", she explained, as she stroked mah back. That felt good. "Please explain it to him.. it was an a-c-c-i-d-e-n-t..", she said calmly, slowly... plaintively. She too was worried.

Ah took a few steps toward Mah Boy.. Ah had to fand out what had happened first. Everyone else was around us now, Bella wanting to know too, mah Pipi looking a little worried.. And of course, Little Getty saying' "I TOLD you SO!! ".

Ah stepped up to mah Baby and looked him in the eye, sniffed and air-nosetipped as Ah stretched mah neck toward him. "What happened, hawneh? Tale it to me slowly.. What were you doing?"

"Daddy my TAIL! My tail hurt SO bad all of a sudden, and all I know was ...SHE was right there when it happened! I was... I was behind that door in her little room and next thing I know, she showed up and I saw her hand on the door! And my tail ..My TAIL Daddy!!"

Ah was now able to ascertain exactly what had happened... Momma was right: Eet WAS an "accident". After all, she did say the "I'm sorry" words.. So Ah explained to Mah Boy: "Hawney, your tail just got caught up where eet didn't belong! SHE really had nothing to do with it... SHE did not mean to hurt you.. That is what she means when she makes that "accident" sound, do you understand? Sometames, these thangs happen..

And no, Little Getty was NOT right. "

Ah was relieved to see Mah Boy settle down and relax about it.. Momma done call him and he finally went to her. He trusted us, he kept his faith... And continued to love momma.

He understood the meaning of "accident".


Posted by Denise at 9:04 PM

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)