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"Pretty kitty," Harlow said, holding up the cat for Gore to see.

He did a double take, then got up from his desk in shock.

"Harlow! What did you do?"

Harlow laughed, still holding up the cat, which was no longer white, but completely red, and so was Harlow.

Gore sighed, remembering when Alexis was younger. He used to help take care of her, but she wasn't as much trouble as Harlow.

"You are quite a handful, you know that?" Gore picked her up.

"Han pul," Harlow said, as he carried her to her room.

"Why is she red?" Alexis looked up, even though she was busy texting away. She couldn't miss the red Harlow in Gore’s hand as he passed by.

She took a quick picture, then sent it to everyone in the household, then followed behind Gore.

Before pushing the door open, he took a deep breath.

"Oh my gosh! Wow, Harlow definitely let loose in here." Alexis laughed after looking around.

The child's room was a colourful mess. The floors, walls, and ceiling were an array of different colours.

The bed wa