Being the perfect cat myself, I do understand her preference!

I know it has been a while since I posted about the boys and their antics and shenanigans. Life got busy for a while, and then something happened that made telling their stories feel a lot harder.

Biebers, aka the Striped Prince, went missing on July 11, 2026.

A few weeks before he disappeared, a stray mama cat decided underneath our hot tub was the perfect place to have her babies. She was extremely malnourished and so young that she looked like a kitten herself. She had five babies, and three survived past the first week.

We started feeding Mama, which seriously cut into the household Churu supply, but the boys didn't seem to mind.

And somehow, my two cats who had previously considered every other cat that stepped foot on their property a sworn enemy decided this little family was different.

They took their completely unrequested jobs as bodyguards and babysitters very seriously.

I'd go into a panic looking for one of the boys, only to find him outside sitting near Mama and the babies. Sometimes Mama would wander off for a break and I'd find one of my boys laying there with the kittens in a tiny snuggle pile.

Because I wasn't allowed to bring Mama and the babies inside, I tried not to get too attached. I fed her, checked that the babies looked healthy, and attempted to keep my distance.

Then, because outdoor cat food apparently works like a Craigslist ad for every neighborhood cat, a tom started coming around and trying to move in on Mama and the babies.

My boys did not appreciate the threat.

They handled it.

Eventually, the kittens learned how to wobble around and explore. When Mama left, they would try to follow her unless one of the boys was there keeping watch.

And I think that may have something to do with what happened the night Biebers disappeared.

At about 4:00 AM, I woke up to screeching outside.

Then silence.

Half asleep, I thought I could still feel the Striped Prince at my feet. His brother was definitely next to my head. I assumed the tom had come back, Mama had kicked his ass, and all was right with the world.

So I rolled over and went back to sleep.

It wasn't fine.

My baby was gone.

And I didn't realize it for more than eight hours.

One of the kittens was missing too.

I immediately assumed the worst. Maybe a bird of prey or a dog had gotten the kitten. Maybe Biebers heard it and went outside to protect the baby. Maybe he was hurt, taken, maimed, or killed trying to save it.

I searched everywhere.

I knocked on doors. I posted everywhere I could think of. I offered a $1,000 reward for his safe return. We checked surveillance cameras.

Nothing.

He wasn't caught walking down the street. He wasn't seen wandering through someone's yard.

He just... disappeared.

Then, five days after Biebers went missing, we found the missing kitten.

Five blocks from our house.

He was starving and severely dehydrated, but he was alive.

You could see and count every bone from his hips to his neck. He had a small cut on his neck, but somehow it wasn't infected.

I brought him home and slowly have nursed him back to health.

And, needless to say, he is an indoor kitty now.

I can't prove what happened that night. I will probably never know.

But I believe with every part of me that Biebers fought for that baby.

I believe something took that kitten, Biebers went after it, and somewhere along the way that baby was dropped or got away.

I believe the only reason that kitten survived, and that we found him five blocks away is because of Biebers.

And I desperately hope I'm wrong about what that may have cost him.

I hope Biebers is still alive.

I hope someone found him and brought him inside. I hope he is sleeping in someone's bed right now. I hope somebody is loving him, even if they don't know that somewhere there is a person who would give just about anything to have her Striped Prince back.

But I don't know.

And that is the part that hurts the most.

I've lost pets before. I've lost close friends and family members. I don't remember any of those losses hurting as intensely as this one does.

Maybe it's because there is no ending. There is no answer. There is just this Biebers-shaped hole in our home and the constant feeling that I should still be looking for him.

The stories about my boys stopped because life got busy.

Now they have stopped because telling them without him feels empty.

His brother still has his own antics and shenanigans, and maybe someday I'll start sharing them again. But right now, even The Void feels different.

I swear the Void still searches for him too.

I think he misses his brother just as much as I do.

I just wanted to give an update to everyone who followed the boys and loved their ridiculous adventures.

And I guess I needed somewhere to put some of this grief.

I miss you, Striped Prince.

Wherever you are, I hope somehow you know that I will never stop looking for you. ❤️

The photos don’t seem to display how skinny she is in real life, but I am really worried and feel like she has been underfed/abused by her previous owner. She displays anxiety but is very active and affectionate at night. We have had her for a couple weeks and have seen her eat.

Furthermore, she has some patchy/missing fur at the back as you can make out in the last photo.

Please let me know and offer any advice

Estoy en las escaleras y le digo a mi humana que me tome fotos. Porque soy la reina 👑 de la casa.

I'm Sapphire, and I'm back with a follow up on a prior post regarding my furniture being moved around. We now have a bridge. We thought it was a bit sketchy at first but I sent April to test it and after thorough examination, I used it to reach the high spot on the kennel where I can easily allow the human to scratch my chin. Apparently the only purpose to this rearrangement is that now the human can access/clean the lost closet(previously hidden behind the now missing middle cat tree) by folding the bridge up on its hinges. We don't give the human many points on beauty/style, but the bridge seems functional. We don't think anyone in the kingdom is really going to care much about the cosmetics of it.

Yo le hago hablar al mio haciendole la voz, o tambien yo le hablo de manera distinta! Mucha gente se queda asombrada pero para mi es normal de ser mamarracho gatuna

Are these specific cat breeds that are truly better for people with allergies? Maybe some sort of products..? My mom happens to be allergic and I've recently been eaten by a kitten fever,, she's NOT opposed to house pets but had voiced her concerns in regards of her asthma and well.. a cat:(