The Kitty Kat Kabin

Welcome to the Kitty Kat Kabin, the soft-pawed sanctuary of Puter and Petunia LaFleur.From sunbeams to storytelling, this is where naps are noble, herbal tea is brewing, and good company is always curled up nearby.Come on in, stay a while — you're among friends.

The Cozy Corner of Puter & Petunia LaFleur

In the heart of the forest, just past the patch of wild thyme and clover,
you’ll find a cabin where two cats rule with velvet paws.One watches the world with wise golden eyes.The other dances like sunlight across the path.

🐾 Puter, Guardian of the Windowlight —
keeping gentle watch over all who wander near.

The Watchful Gentleman With his soft stripes and a tiger’s face touched by golden light, Puter keeps gentle watch over the Kitty Kat Kabin.
He naps with authority, stretches like royalty, and believes sunbeams are his divine right.

Princess Petunia LaFleur — flutter-chaser, forest dancer, and queen of the path between home and wild.

🐾 The Palestinian Purrsions™

الخرخشة الفلسطينية™
(Al-Kharkhasha al-Filastiniyya)

Peace with Every Purr"The Palestinian Purrsions give peace with every purr — thousands of purrs a day."In the heart of the Forest, two soft souls carry the memory of a distant homeland — Assad, the Lion, and Ayaan, the Gift from God.They are more than cats.
They are comforters, witnesses, and warm-bodied prayers.Every breath they take, every cedar-scented nap, every gentle gaza out the window…is a message of quiet resistance, love, and hope.

Assad & Aayan

They are the Palestinian Purrsions™ — and their mission is simple:To give peace with every purr.Their story begins with healing days, a bed of cedar, and two hearts that carry generations of strength.

🐾 A Journey to a New Beginning

They walked the forest path to their warm cosy Kabin with
memmories of family.Assad, strong and watchful.
Ayaan, tender and grieving.
Together, they stepped toward something more —
not to forget, but to begin again.The wildflowers knew their names.
The deer bowed in quiet honor.
And the blue butterfly danced ahead,
whispering peace still waits…
in the warmth of cedar,
and the quiet promise of home.

🐾 About: The Palestinian Purrsions™

Assad means The Lion (أسد)Ayaan means Gift from God (عيان)Their purrs are prayers, their eyes carry the ancient light of Palestine.

This page is dedicated to the children of Palestine, whose light lives in every purr.At the Kitty Kat Kabin™

🐾 The Tail of Blacka Panda
™

Japanese Forest Ranger. Defender of the Queen’s Grove. Rebellious yet honorable.

Noble Blacka PandaHis job is done for the day.
He patrolled the forest by code — as he does every day.Not for praise. Not for power. But because it is his way.The way of honor. The way of peace.Now, with boots by the door
and hat resting beside the hearth, he closes his eyes in the warm hush of the cabin.He will rest the best rest ever — in peace —because he made everyone safe.

🐾 Blacka Panda - His long Tail continues...
™

He wasn’t born in a castle.
He didn’t wait for a crown.
He came with boots, a feathered hat, and something rarer than gold — honor.From the misty bamboo trails to the green-golden path of the Queen’s Lady’s Slipper, Blacka Panda walks quietly, watches closely, and guards what must never be lost: truth, kindness, and the way of the Grove.Some say he was trained by the foxes.
Some say he once bowed to the moon.
But we know only this:He never draws his sword in anger.
He never turns from the weak.
And he always, always bows before the flower.Children leave him notes.
Kittens follow his footsteps.
And sometimes, on the quietest nights, you might hear the swish of his cape —
and know:
the forest is safe.

🐾 🌲 Blacka Panda’s Code – The Way of the Forest*

Giri (義理) – Duty, Loyalty, ResponsibilityHe stands watch not because he's asked — but because it's right.“To protect what’s pure, without needing applause.”🌿 Wa (和) – Harmony and Unity
He walks with quiet steps. He doesn’t command the forest — he listens to it.“Peace is the path. Balance is the strength.”🏡 Kazoku (家族) – Family by Bond, Not Just Blood
He sees all truth-walkers as kin. The moment you defend the land, you belong.“The forest accepts those who walk gently — and stand firm.”⚔️ Bushidō (武士道) – The Way of the WarriorBestowed only by Blacka Panda himself. A sword laid on the shoulder in silence.
It is not given for strength — but for courage, compassion, and self-control.“When the time comes, you won’t ask for the sword.
You’ll already be carrying it in your choices.”

Blacka Panda – The Swashbuckler of the Forest

A Noble Guardian

The Japanese Swashbuckler of the Kitty Kat Kabin -
Forest Ranger. Orchid Guardian. Friend of Queens and Foxes.

🐾 Tipping his hat to the Queen's Lady Slipper™

“With honor in his boots and a grin on his face,
He walks in boots too bold for silence,
Yet the forest never minds.
For where his pawsteps fall,
Trouble runs — and laughter lingers.Born of bamboo dreams and orchid light,
Blacka Panda bows to no crown…
But will tip his hat to the Queen Lady’s-Slipper
before vanishing into the mist —
boots muddy, grin flashing,
legend intact.

The Japanese Blacka Panda – The Katana and The Meow

On a clear morning under soft Ontario skies,
Blacka Panda, noble protector of the children, entered the house by Japanese Petrol —
a silent code only the sacred understand.He approached the keyboard, the modern scroll of our times, and pressed his paw with purpose.
He didn’t know the wizard Gandalf was online.Blacka Panda carried on his duties, walking with a keen eye and steady balance,
careful not to fall off the table.
He had been outside at dawn, patrolling the edge of the forest.
And though he was only eight weeks old,
he wore his tiny katana across his back like a samurai of the old code —
not for battle, but for discipline, for honor,
for the quiet guardianship of life.He spotted a soft chair and curled up,
laying his blade beside him —
as all true warriors do
when the watch is done.Gandalf said,
“Give him a scratch for me, for an honorable duty performed.”And so I did.As Blacka Panda slept, I touched his neck gently,
carrying the blessing from wizard to whisker.Then —
he meowed.He meowed not for food.
Not for play.
But for reply.He knew.A message had been heard and returned.
A pact was formed in sound —
between wizard and warrior, watcher and world.Let it be known:
The Keyboard Guardian has spoken.
His sword rests beside him.
His post is sacred.
And the Kingdom of The Kitty Kat Kabin is held in paws of peace once more.

A Winter Tale from the Kitty Kat Kabin

It Came Upon a Winter’s Night

With love from Puter & Petunia
Keepers of the WarmthOn a snowy night not long ago, something beautiful happened near Bearcamp...Two baby goats were born — under the stars, beside their mothers, wrapped in hay and hope.
We watched from the porch, our tails tucked in, as the lanterns glowed and the children gathered.
It reminded us of an old song... something about a manger, and the hush of holy all around.
We think you'll like this one.

A Kitty Kat Forest Blessing –The Night the Goats Were Born
It was early January when the message came — not with bells or bright lights, but with photos sent in the quiet of a cold winter night...My neighbor’s goats had given birth. New life had arrived in the barn, cradled in hay, wrapped in the breath of warmth against the deep chill outside.I remember sitting with those photos in hand — the way the straw framed them like a golden cradle, the soft, watchful eyes of the mothers, and the tender, perfect stillness of the babies, just born.A sacred forever love sealed in silence.Their gentleness, their beauty —
so small, so pure —
a graceful, innocent presence
that came quietly to the earth
on a calm, starlit winter night.The children were aglow, gathered with awe like shepherds.
The family, hearts full. And I, too, was invited to receive the gift.
Not a present wrapped in paper — but a presence that needed no explanation. Just being part of it was enough.I will never forget the feeling:
The hush of holy all around.
The stillness of the night.
The comfort of seeing life begin,
when so much in the world feels like it’s falling apart.This is the kind of magic Bearcamp holds. It lives in the quiet places, where goats are born and angels, perhaps, draw near.Where children carry awe like lanterns, and neighbors share not what they have — but what they’ve been blessed to witness.This story is one of them.
A winter blessing.
A truth to hold when the night feels cold:Life is still born.
Away in the manger, in the forest.