Bailey, you are Crazy!

On Thanksgiving day, I went out to our Ranch to spend two nights with my cousin and Grandparents. On the first morning, I got a call from Mom saying " I am about to go pick Bailey up. We will have her till Monday."

So when I got home on Saturday, I knew I didn't have long with Bailey, and Mustang and her family were coming over. So I sat in the floor and brushed Bailey, and loved on Bailey, and played with Bailey. Then Mustang got there and Bailey hid. We went on with our business, and soon Bailey, we called her Tiger, was in the middle of it all.

But that night was a different story than 'sweet, little, innocent.' I slept fine till about 6am. Then I heard THUDDA- THUDDA-THUDDA mew. Squeak squeak squeak ( Her running, mewing and playing with squeaky mouse.) This repeated over and over, until Mom came and shut my bedroom door. I finally got back to sleep.

Sunday, we got the morning and afternoon with that cat of Nana's. I brushed Bailey and petted Bailey. Then I got in my skirt ( and how Bailey loved THAT!) and in about an hour, we left for Church. Then we ate lunch and came home. Bailey was a bundle of PLAYPLAYPLAYPLAY when we got home. But by 6pm, I every ten minutes would run into wherever she was sleeping calling "Baileybaileybaileybailey!" and rummaging around, flipping the light on, whatever I could to wake her up.

And this morning, I had to give her up. By 9:30, Bailey was content at home.