He is 11 years old.
He is VERY outgoing. I mean, seriously outgoing. If he notices that you are possibly human and have a hand that can be used to pet him, he will be your friend. Your best friend. Until you stop petting him, then he is done with you.
He loves to smell purses and then try to lay on (or in) them.
He can TP my house in t-minus 5 minutes, so we have to leave the bathroom doors locked when we are not home. (Yes, he really can do this. He sits on the toilet and gets all of the paper off of the rolls and then he runs through the house with it. Leaving a huge mess. Ugh.)
He loves to sleep on as high a surface as he can find. (Usually on the cabinets above the fridge.)
He is fat and jolly. Just like Santa. And just like Santa he loves Christmas. Or at least the Christmas tree which he likes to eat & climb. And knock ornaments off of. And then he throws up the aforementioned parts of the tree that he has eaten. He does this each and every year and never seems to learn from his past mistakes.
He sometimes imagines himself a dog because he greets people at the door. And he drools a lot.
He drools. I know that I said that before, but it's kinds weird. If he get's super happy when you pet him, not only does he purr, but he drools.
He can open doors. So if you don't want him in a certain room, lock the door. (Not joking about this...we have lever handles on our doors and he jumps up, hits the handle with his paw and can open them. Hence the need to lock them....see note about TP'ing my house above.)
I love my Bailey!
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