I grew up having dogs all my life. I was a total dog-person and never thought that cats were pets. I always found them so aloof and anti-social that I never wanted a feline as a companion.
Despite the fact that I am highly allergic to cats, my husband brought home a stray cat that he found in Elizabeth. This black and white fur ball was living under a pallet where he worked and the guys there would feed him and play with him every day.
In November John decided to bring the histamine home even though I told him not to. He called me and told me to pick up food and a litter box because he was bringing the cat home PERIOD.
When John arrived with the little cutie, he was small, furry and absolutely adorable. I fell in love with him within minutes and 8 years later he’s my boy – which was actually a surprise when we took him to the doctor’s. His name was originally Tia Maria. Oooops!
Bailey is a one-of-a-kind pet. He’s smart, beautiful, mischievous and spiteful like a spoiled rotten child. I think he’s part human.
My kitty is notoriously spoiled. I know it’s my fault but he’s my baby. Shouldn’t pets be spoiled? It’s that unconditional love thing that they offer. When he wants something, he lets you know it and if he doesn’t get it, watch out.
Bailey is unique. He doesn’t like to be alone, hates when we go on vacation, wants HIS way ASAP and gets really mad when I come home late from work.
Example # 1
When Mommy goes upstairs, Bailey follows. When Mommy is on the couch, Bailey’s on my lap. Wherever I go, he goes.
Example # 2
When I went to France for a month my dad was the grandcat-sitter. He treated my 2 babies like a king and a queen and spoiled them even further (if that’s possible). Bailey ignored me when I came home then promptly peed in my suitcase.
When we vacationed in Myrtle Beach he was so angry that in the middle of the night, he emptied my purse of all its contents and used it as his personal port-a-potty.
Example # 3
On Saturday morning Bailey was hungry at 8 am. He jumped in the bed, walked on us, bit us HARD, meowed and just sat there staring. I got up to go to the bathroom and promptly told him that he shouldn’t be strong-arming me and I was going back to bed. I suggested he do the same. I went back to bed and a few minutes later I heard a noise. When I got up I discovered yellow liquid pooled in the bottom of the sink and my tube of collagen swimming atop. Bailey!
Example # 4
On Friday I came home really late from work. Eight hours later than scheduled in fact. When I got home he was waiting by the door, crying and anxious to eat. I fed him and Peaches (my girl cat that we adopted later) and went upstairs to change my clothes. A stop in the bathroom revealed that Bailey had no peed in my sink, but POOPED. Yes, poop. WTH?
These are Bailey antics – just a few examples. My cat believes that HE is the KING of the house and frankly, is treated like one. He bullies my girl cat incessantly and even though she’s older, he knows that he was here first. He is the BOSS. I feel so sorry for Peaches sometimes.
Bailey is a character. Most people who don’t like cats, like Bailey. Me? I’m a convert. My cat runs to the door when the bells rings, lets me know if there’s a commotion outside and never lets a bug or a mouse leave the house unscathed. He’s such an amazing hunter. He catches flies by jumping in the air and snatching them in his paws and if he smells an intruder, he will stay up all night guarding the house – after a nightly perimeter search of course.
He’s an acrobat, an expert hunter, a mountain climber, a tightrope walker and high wire act, a guard cat, a cuddler, a comforter and a tough, little fur ball who brightens my day. When I’m upset and crying, no matter where he is in the house, he comes over, jumps on my lap and kisses me. He’s more in tune to me than most people.
That’s what I call love. That’s who I call LOVE… Bailey the cat.
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