|Bailey is the one laying down by the stove, watching the action|
Except for one. One looked at me, walked over, crawled into my lap, and fell asleep.
I picked that one, but I always say he picked me.
|My friend Andrea holding Bailey, one of his siblings wanting in on the action|
Bailey was quiet, mellow, and sweet right from the start. I had to wait 4 more weeks before I could take him home, but we got one last parting action shot of him before we left.
|Bailey doing his thing|