About the 12 Lost Kittens

 

 

Long ago, a cardboard box was left on the edge of town — soft at the corners, tied with string, and quiet as a secret. Inside tumbled twelve ragged kittens, all fur and whiskers and paws that didn’t quite know where to land.

 

No one saw where they went. They slipped away into the forgotten part of the city — the place with old Victorian houses, leaning and creaking, their paint flaking like petals in the wind. Everyone else calls it haunted. Nobody dares to go there.

 

But the kittens did. Each found a room, a corner, a windowsill where sunlight still dared to peek through. To the world outside, they remain hidden — just twelve small shadows darting through cracked doors.

 

In truth, they live grander lives than anyone could guess. For in their shabby houses, laughter curls through the halls. Tea parties bloom on crooked tables. Mittens get lost, but stories are found.

 

These are the 12 Lost Kittens — not truly lost at all, but bound to one another, making a world of their own. 

 

 

 

What Makes Them Different

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The kittens run on STARS.

Every purr, every smile, every burst of kindness fills their world with glowing sparks. A gentle word, a shared giggle, even a crooked spoon declared “magic” can release them.

 

When a kitten gathers STARS, their shabby houses feel less haunted and more enchanted. Curtains shimmer, desserts taste sweeter, and friends feel closer. They don’t understand why the outside world runs on anything else.

 

To them, joy is the real fuel of life. 

 

Adopt a BittyTD Print Adoption Certificate

When you adopt one of the 12 Lost Kittens, you’re not just choosing a name and a face — you’re stepping into their hidden street of crooked houses. Each kitten comes with a shabby-chic room to decorate, a story that grows with them, and the chance to collect STARS through play, imagination, and friendship.

 

Your kittens whisper:

“Even if your house is shabby, the tea party is still grand.”

 

 

 Imagination Action

Imagine a tea party in a haunted old house — the table set with mismatched cups, ghost-light candles, and kittens tumbling across velvet chairs. Who would be there with you? A friend? A mouse in a bow? A ghost who loves sugar cubes?