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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Sunday, September 28, 2014

Working Out Our Issues



GOOGIE'S GRITS:    

"We keeled it.. It finally stopped moving and just layed there after many trahs, chasings, and jumpings. It was awfully hard dere for a while. Baby was pantin' at the end and we were concerned for him, mah Pipi went over to check on him. She is the only one who won't trah and keel the thang, she lets us know in her haughty way she's above all that.

We keeled the bushy furry tail that is.. We don't really know what happened to the rest of the body but dees thang was LIVE, Ah'm tailing ya awl.. It was LAVE and it was taunting us mercilessleh, it wouldn't even leave momma's hand! Ah personally think she was held hostage bah it.

We took turns hunting it down. Babeh was our front-man, always taking charge. He done jump way hagh a lot of tames trahing to tame the thang, make it stop - conquer it and keel it. It would die once in his mouth, but then it would jump up and taunt him in the face all over again. HOW maneh tames do we have to KEEL dees thang to git it to stop moving?!!

Then it would flah ovah to MAH face, momma done trah to get rid of it but it was in her hand the whole tame and she would swing it, looking to us to keeel it. So it flew into mah face ovah and ovah again and it became personal. AH had to trah just as hard as Babeh. Almost..

And then the thang would get away from Babeh's grasp and flah into big Bella's face and SHE done take it personally too. She done not lake it when Babeh trahd to tame it, he would trample into her bah "accident" and bump and grind and what nawt, and big Bella would cry "FOWL!!!" in her most beatchy meow she done got.

Poor Babeh, he don't care how hagh or where he lands, the thang kept landing him right into beatchy Bella half the tames - and it would be another FOWL! And Bella would get awl riled up and peessed off and gallop down the stairs.. She done gain momentum with her belly and then she can't stop, the stairs takes her and it's a bumbling, rolling rade !! [ride ]. And it's a 'bump-bump-bump!' but she done work off awl her issues through DAT process..

Even miss Katie got into the act and trahd to compete with Babeh himself, jumping almost as hagh as he duzz, and twisting a couple tames in mid air. Ah guess she wanted to show him he done have nuttin' on her. So she done work off HER ya-ya's and issues and what nawt, that's furr sure.

That last jump-n-grasp done keel it though. It nevah moved again and Babeh walked away panting. "


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