Losing Simba was heart-wrenching. He wasn’t just a pet; he was family, my constant, my shadow. My baby boy. He adapted to me, to my challenges, to my world, and in doing so, he taught me resilience. His presence filled every moment, and suddenly, on June 12th, he was gone. A blood clot.
The silence was unbearable. Bengals bring a unique energy joyful and mischievous. And in his absence, that energy disappeared. For three weeks, I grieved. Then, I knew I needed another Bengal. Not just any, though. I needed the right one (or two!), from Simba’s lineage, from the same breeder as Simba’s parents.
On Friday, July 5th, I made the call. It was just an inquiry what litters were available? Waiting lists? What colors? I wasn’t ready yet, but I was gathering information. The breeder mentioned she had several litters already available some ready to go, others arriving soon. Then, she told me one was due that very weekend.
I hung up and said, “If the litter is born on Sunday, it’s meant to be. Simba sent them.”
Sunday was July 7th the seventh day of the seventh month. And not just any Sunday my birthday. I’ve always been drawn to the number seven patterns of 777, the energy it carries, the significance it holds in my life. My birthdate contains three sevens if the litter arrived that day, it would create a 777 household. Could it really happen?
Then, on the evening of July 7th, the message came. The much-needed sign that this was right that it wasn’t too soon after losing Simba, that I was making the right choice. Brown-spotted Bengals had been born. Of all the available litters, of all the possible timing this one arrived on the one day that truly mattered. Some might call it coincidence, but I knew better. This was Simba’s gift to me.
At three weeks old, I received photos two girls, three boys. A few days later, I visited them. Holding them for the first time, everything was clear. They were mine.
Naming them was deeply personal. Kiara Sky had to be royal Kiara, the cub of Simba in The Lion King, and Sky, because Simba was now up there, watching over us. Her name also means “princess” in Swahili, making her title in The Kitty Kingdom truly regal.
Karma Oak was fate because Karma literally means fate and destiny, and this story is both. Their arrival on my birthday wasn’t chance it was written in the stars, meant to be. Oak tied back to my roots, my name, my home, and the place where Simba took his final breath. Every part of their names carries meaning.
And nothing was accidental. Both names start with K the eleventh letter of the alphabet, deliberately chosen. Both follow a pattern: five letters in their first name, three in their second. Five and three create eight a number woven into Simba’s history. He, too, had five letters in his name, was born in 2008, came to me in November the eleventh month. May, his birth month, contained three letters. The synchronicity was undeniable.

The Kitty Kingdom was officially born.

For their arrival, everything had to be pink & blue their carriers, bowls, blankets. The Kingdom was regal, magical, and filled with joy. Nothing in their world was accidental. It fit seamlessly Disney’s enchantment, Sanrio’s softness, Hello Kitty and Kuromi starting with K, My Melody and Cinnamoroll in pink & blue. Their world built itself. And escalated into a true Sanrio wonderland, woven with meaning and magic.
Now, Karma & Kiara reign as Bengal Kitty Duo front and center, ruling their kingdom with elegance and mischief.
They were meant to be. They always were.

Roar 24

Simba passed in 2024. Karma & Kiara arrived in 2024. His legacy didn’t end it continued. This is their story, his story, and the year everything was rewritten. Roar 24 The Kingdom lives on. The Kitty Kingdom.

The Kitty Quill: Roar 24.

Upon the throne where legends reign, Spotted coats in royal domain. A kingdom built on destiny’s call, Where love and fate entwine us all.
Through echoes soft of Simba’s roar, Two new souls walk through the door. Kiara’s grace and Karma’s might, Emerging boldly in the light.
A kingdom born in pink and blue, Sanrio dreams both bright and true. A letter K, a numbered fate, Woven deep no turn, no trait.
The seventh day, the seventh sign, A cosmic gift, a fate divine. 777, a perfect thread, Where love lives on, never dead.
The stars aligned upon that night, A gift from Simba’s guiding light. Roar 24, the legacy stays, A tale of love that never fades.

Written by Selina Kyle-Weatheroak