Pet-Peeves: Momma's new kittens who are always stalking her.
Favorite Toy: The Dog
Favorite Nap Spot: On her tree.
Favorite Food: Whatever Daddy is eating.
Skills: She can scare an 85lb dog with a look. Dunno if that's special or not, but it's funny.
Arrival Story: Four years ago my husband was going to work one morning and saw a cat sitting outside our apartment building.
We thought the cat must have escaped from someone's apartment and they would be sure to find her, but I kept an eye out.
When he came home that night, she was still out there so I went and took her some kitty food and some water, just knowing that she wouldn't be there in the morning and her momma or daddy would find her there.
The next morning, she was still there, so I took her some more food and water and she allowed me to pet her, but I thought she looked very small, so I was guessing she was very young or even a kitten still.
I went out and checked on her about every two hours and she was still there, but she was eating a little bit.
Later in the day I went out to check on her and unfortunately, some kids were throwing rocks at her and hissing at her and scaring her. That was when I knew I had to bring her inside.
I tried to pick her up and she immediately hissed at me and clawed at me. But I was determined not to leave her outside to be abused.
So I came back in and got a cardboard box and went back and grabbed her really fast and put her in the box and got her inside.
We didn't know if she was sick or not so we kept her away from the dog(who absolutely LOVES cats btw).
The next day we took her to the vet and he informed us that she was a feral cat and that if left outside for much longer she would have died. She was 5 years old and weighed 4.3 lbs. At the time, no one could tell if she was male or female because no one could touch her without severely being attacked. Hence, we named her Bailey because it would fit either a male or female and we didn't want her to have "issues" hehe.
The beginning with Bailey was very difficult. She would attack the dog, who was 14 yrs old at the time and 85 lbs. She would jump out and attack Momma and left big scars and scratches on Momma's legs.
I honestly told my husband I didn't know how much more of it I could take after 4 months and no change in cattitude. I was being attacked on a daily basis and afraid to walk around anywhere in my house for fear of her.
I held out a little longer, and for some reason we still don't understand, after 6 months of her being in the house, she suddenly calmed down with her Momma and Daddy. She doesn't like anyone else and when strangers come in the house she is VERY grumpy.
Trips to the vet require sedation.
We are allowed to pet her on HER terms and HER terms only.
She and the dog have never become friends, but she doesn't attack him anymore after one day her claws got caught in his fur and he drug her around the house like she was a playtoy.
Everyone I know asks me why I keep her. I tell them they just don't understand a Mother's love. I love my Bailey. She's my girl and we have went through a lot of issues to get to where we are today.
So my new friend Lucy sends me this little rosette that I absolutely adore! And then she tells me TAG you are it!
So here goes :)
What is your favorite olympic sport? Tae Kwon Do, I used my skills on the little kittens when they get too close.
Do you prefer summer or winter? Winter without a question! I like watching the little snowflakes fall out my big window. Sometimes we get LOTS of snowflakes and the whole world outside turns white.
What is the quirkiest thing you do?
I stand at the wooden folding doors that block off the kitchen and stare at them until Momma or Daddy get up and open the door for me so I can go in.
Do you have a crush on any other kitty out there and if so, who?
I'm not really into other kitties, but I sure like all the new friends I have made here.
What's your favorite rosie or zealie and why?
Probably from my cousin Dixie! Momma and Aunt Debbie, Dixie's Mom are bestest of friends.
Now Lucy said that I could pick one or do both. Doing Both isn't a problem, because the next one is about things I don't like, and that one should be pretty easy for me.
This tag is about things that I don't like.
Here are 5 things that I don't like:
1. SHAI MING NG, STALKER! I can't go ANYWHERE without Shai Ming following me. If I have to use the litter box, she stands there and watches me. A little privacy please. If I go into the kitchen she's there. Everywhere I go, she is there. Momma is always telling her to leave me alone, but Shai Ming just doesn't listen at all.
2. Strangers. When Strange People come into my house, I get all crabby. Momma always tells them to stay away from me and not bother me, but sometimes they don't listen. There used to be people that came over to visit momma and she told them to leave me alone, but they wouldn't so they aren't allowed to come over anymore.
3. The Cat Carrier. Now, I don't have to go in this very often because Momma and the Dr Guy agree that seeing as I'm an indoor only kitty, I don't have to go to every 6 month appt like regular kitties. The reasoning for this is because I WILL KILL ANYONE WHO TRIES TO PUT ME IN A CARRIER! When I'm not feeling well and Momma HAS to put me in a carrier, she almost cries because she knows how traumatic it is for everyone involved. She even has me sedated once I get to the Dr Guy's office so that I can sleep through whatever they do.
4. I don't like it when I try to beat up the big dog and I get my claws caught in his fur and he's so big, that he doesn't noticed that I'm attached to him and he drags me around the house like I'm a floppy mop or something. Now this has only happened once. And after that one time, I don't mess with the dog anymore because I didn't like being dragged around. Momma and Daddy were laughing and saying "serves you right Bailey!"
5. I don't like it when Shai Ming and Akira sleep on my big squishy pillows in Momma and Daddy's bed. I'm not one for sharing and they are in there stinking up the pillows. I don't go in the bedroom much anymore at night to sleep with them, but maybe I will after I get more used to Stinky and Stinky2.
Now I have to find some friends to tag! Better Watch Out, you might be it!
So I heard Momma and Daddy talking about the yappy one (also known as Shai Ming, she never shuts up) having a diary online.
I figured she was probably complaining about me and thought I might better come and defend myself.
You see, I've been the Queen Bee around here for 4 years and then all the sudden this noisy ball of fur moves in. Now, I'll admit, reluctantly, that she is cute. She's even funny sometimes, but she's a pain in my tail.
Whenever I want some private time, she's right there stalking me. Momma even calls her Stalkerazzi!!
I'll be honest, I'm not social. I have known the dog for 4 years, and I still don't like him. I don't feel the need to put him in his place anymore, but I just don't care that he's there.
This little one, well she really seems to want to be friends with me, but I've been hurt before and so I don't know that I can be friends with anyone else. Then she POUNCES on me all the time. I've had to bop her in the head a few times, especially when she comes over to my bed when I'm sleeping and plays with my ears. That just makes me very grumpy.
I like it when Shai is asleep, it's the only time she's not bothering me. I think sometimes she needs sleeping pills tho, because she never seems to sleep long enough for my taste. Maybe I'm just too old to deal with it anymore.
I've started reclaiming my house. See, when my stalker moved in, she kinda took over the whole house and I let her for a while, but now I'm regaining control.
Momma is good to me too. She makes sure that we have our Momma and Bailey time without the stalker...I love that time, tho sometimes I have to tell Momma it's enough. She sure is nice that she respects that. We had a really hard time for awhile when I first came here, but now, we are very happy.
Well, it's snack time and then I am going to go to sleep.
I'll have to talk about that NEW little kitty, Akira, after I figure him out.