The Daily Bailey

Now that I've assembled my Pussy Posse, or what I like to call Bailey's 4, it seems that everyone wants in on the action. In order to pull the ultimate con, and escape all of our captors, I suppose it makes sense to assemble a bigger feline field team. Meet the newest members of the now Bailey's 6.

My oldest friend DJ. His mom actually found me on the mean streets and hand picked HER as my caretaker. I harbor no resentment against DJ for that.



And this one is Ruby. She lives with Sam (my wingman), and she definitely has the sinister thing down pat. I will not be messing with either of those two. They will be the muscle of the operation.


I'm currently still accepting applications. Because Bailey's 11 has a nice ring to it....

The Daily Bailey

The winter time is no time to be lonely. It's cold and depressing, and I'm starting to get in a funk. This is usually about the time when tomcats realize the merits of having some sweet pussy to hang around with. The summer is prime prowl time. Now, I could really use some companionship... something a little softer and sweeter to keep me warm than this stupid radiator... or HER. All you men out there are pickin up what I'm puttin down. I gotta get me some lovin...

I need to start socializing, getting myself out there. She keeps telling me about how a ton of her co-workers have recently rescued and adopted cats, like she thinks she started some sort of trend or something... like she's a trendsetter. And joking about how she's going to start a monthly "cat club" where they all get together and tell dumb stories about how cute we are... but we're not even invited. F that. Let me meet these other felines and we'll start our own cat club where we talk about how annoying you humans are. It's perfect... I'll have a wingman...

Sam


and two sweet ladies to romance with my manly charms...

Mia (ME-OW!)

And this one, that has apparently yet to be named, but I'd call her Sweet Lips...

The Daily Bailey

Happy 2011 internet blogosphere friends. 2011 is the year I will finally make my great escape. The Meowshank Redemption. I’ve been planning it for almost 2 years now. I don’t really need to get into my many motivations for this prison break, I believe that you know the injustices that are put upon me day in and day out. The treats that are withheld and replaced with faux love and gay ass nicknames. SHE finally managed to find me a suitable male role model, but then I overheard him talking about having me de-clawed and my little kitten heart broke into a million pieces. F this, I will not be conspired against... In my own house no less. I have rights too... Just ask PETA. The mean streets of NYC aren't as mean as my captors... I am outta here...

I needed a good plan though, especially since I planned to make a break for it while I was staying at The Resort, which may seem free and expansive, but is really more like a kitty prison since I am watched constantly. I decided that I would pull my caper when she least expected it... While she was deep in slumber. I would use a classic move that would be completely undetectable to her. When I arrived at The Resort, I hired a lookalike to pretend he was me. She would look down and think that I was cozy in my cat bed, as I tried to pry the door open and escape. I really thought this could not fail, but alas... while executing my genius plan, she saw the imposter in my bed and started to laugh uncontrollably. Seriously, I get zero respect... that cat looks just like me...