You Can Call Me Cupcake

The kitten had to go to the Humane Society because it was marking its territory, which apparently included the master bed and the playroom. He's since been adopted, surely to a good home, but we miss the manic bundle of kitten energy that was known to us as Easie E. (The here-and-gone status of the kitten has been more traumatic for the adults than the children, thankfully.)

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