A Year in The Kitty Kingdom

Born under the seventh star: a birthday, a butterfly, and the bond that never breaks

One year ago today, the Kingdom changed forever. On the seventh day of the seventh month, two tiny souls were born Karma Oak and Kiara Sky. Born on my birthday. Born three weeks after Simba passed. Born into fate.

This blog may be about Karma and Kiara, but the truth is it began with Simba. I started writing because I couldn’t bear the thought of his memory fading. I needed a way to keep him alive. To make him immortal. And somehow, through the heartbreak, he gave me a gift. Two, in fact.

Karma Oak was named for fate because that’s what her birth was. Kiara Sky was named for Simba’s cub in The Lion King because I wanted her to carry his crown. Both names are woven with meaning. Both are threads of him. They didn’t replace him. They continued him.

This past year has been filled with pink and blue mischief, royal declarations, and Sanrio dreams. Their world has grown into a Kingdom tailored to their personalities, filled with magic, and built on legacy.

Their Royal Antics

This year hasn’t just been about symbolism and stars it’s been about chaos, comedy, and character. Karma and Kiara may be royalty, but they rule with a velvet paw and a mischievous streak each in their own unforgettable way.

Kiara Sky is the strategist. She’s calm, composed, and quietly brilliant. She doesn’t leap into chaos she studies it. She plays with precision, like an athlete in training. She’s graceful, regal, and endlessly curious. But don’t be fooled by her serenity her mischief is methodical. She doesn’t knock things over; she takes them apart. She once dismantled a water fountain piece by piece, just to understand how it worked. She’s learned how to turn on taps. She’s fascinated by water. The Keroppi Chronicles will be plentiful. She’s a big cat compared to Karma, but she still curls up on me like she’s kitten-sized elegant, affectionate, and full of quiet power.

Karma Oak, on the other paw, is the drama. She’s a firework in feline form tail high, eyes wide, always on the move. Everything is exciting. Everything is urgent. Everything is now. She plays until she drops, flaking out mid-zoomie like a wind-up toy. Mealtimes? A saga. She gets distracted by shadows, sounds, her own tail. Clipping her claws? A full-blown rebellion. “They’re my claws,” she seems to say, wriggling like a furry escape artist. It’s no wonder we’ve coined a phrase in the Kingdom: “How to Solve a Problem Like Karma.” (Coming soon to the blog because trust me, it’s a series.)

She’s the first to explore anything new, the queen of sneak attacks (especially when Kiara is napping), and the heart of every adventure. And yet, for all her chaos, she is endlessly affectionate. She wants to be near you, to play with you, to be part of everything. She is joy in motion.

Together, they’ve turned the house into a stage. They’ve claimed every cardboard box as a throne, every blanket as a royal robe, and every quiet moment as an opportunity for mischief. They’ve made me laugh when I didn’t think I could. They’ve reminded me that joy is found in the smallest, silliest moments.

Yin & Yang in Pink and Blue

Karma and Kiara are opposites in motion a perfect pink and blue yin and yang. Karma Oak is the pink: wild, impulsive, full of fire and feeling. Kiara Sky is the blue: calm, composed, quietly powerful. One leaps before looking. The other watches before acting. One is chaos wrapped in affection. The other is grace wrapped in curiosity. And yet, they orbit each other in perfect balance mischief and majesty, spark and stillness.

They are not just sisters. They are the dual heartbeat of The Kitty Kingdom. And every day, they remind me that harmony doesn’t mean sameness it means complementing each other in the most beautiful way.

When the Stars Aligned

Some moments in life feel written long before they happen. The day Karma Oak and Kiara Sky were born on the seventh day of the seventh month, on my birthday was one of those moments. Three weeks after Simba left this world, the stars aligned. Not just metaphorically. Truly, cosmically, undeniably.

It wasn’t just a litter of kittens. It was a message. A gift. A continuation. A pink and blue thread woven through grief, love, and destiny. A reminder that even in loss, the universe still creates beauty. That Simba’s story wasn’t ending it was evolving.

Born Under the Seventh Star

On this day, the pink and blue Kitty Kingdom transforms into a celebration of love, fate, and family. A day when I shared my birthday with destiny. A day when two stars were born under the seventh star.

Karma Oak is playful courage. Kiara Sky is elegance and wisdom. Together, they are the Queens of The Kitty Kingdom.

Their world is woven with meaning. Sanrio is sewn into every corner Hello Kitty and Kuromi, My Melody and Cinnamoroll each character chosen with intention. Pink and blue. Mischief and magic. A harmony of opposites. A balance of joy.

This Kingdom isn’t just a home. It’s a story. A story of a girl who loved cats. A story of a Bengal named Simba. A story of two kittens born on a sacred day. A story of how love never ends it just changes form.

They were born under the seventh star. And every day since, they’ve lit up my world.

A Sign from Above

And today, on their first birthday on my birthday a butterfly landed on the patio. We never get butterflies here. But it came today. Of all days. It stayed for a moment, then drifted away. I knew. It was him. From pawprints to wings. From roars to whispers. He’s still here. Watching. Guiding. Smiling.

A year in The Kitty Kingdom has taught me that grief doesn’t end it transforms. That love doesn’t fade it evolves. That Simba’s legacy isn’t behind me it’s all around me. In Karma’s eyes. In Kiara’s grace. In every bow, every star, every story. And so today, we celebrate not just their first year but the magic that brought them here. The magic of 777. The magic of him.

The Kitty Quill: The Seventh Day

On the seventh day, beneath July’s sky,
Two stars were born, and so was I.
A mirrored fate, a destined thread,
Where love lives on, though one has fled.
Three weeks gone, my king took flight,
A shadow lost to endless night.
Yet in that dark, a whisper came
Two tiny hearts, and fate by name.
Karma fierce, with eyes so wide,
Kiara born of royal pride.
Named for Simba’s lion cub,
A star reborn in fur and love.
They came not just to fill the space,
But carry on his light and grace.
And now a year has come and gone,
Two stars now shine where there was one.
Today a butterfly touched down near
A sign, a soul, a whisper: “I’m here.”
So let the Kingdom rise and sing,
For joy, for fate, for everything.
A year of love, of stars, of play

Begun upon the seventh day.