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Have you never experienced the bossy cat? I must send Bailey over to you so you can experience it.
Example: It's late at night and he decides he's going out, so meowing and wailing starts as he sits behind the front door. You get up from your comfy chair and tell him it's not happening at this late hour, but that's not good enough for him, no, no. no. You sit back down in your comfy chair and in he comes, sits in front of you and places a paw on your knee. (sounds cute so far, right?)
He puts on his best face and then he proceeds to go through his whole repertoire of meowing and purring, accompanied with the claws digging further into your knee, If your lucky he will pull himself up and give you a nice cuddle, or perchance a headbutt or two, just so you know he's there of course. A gentle word from you that you know, but it's not happening at this time of night sees him sloping off in disgust.
Then you hear it... This, this, thing, trundling down the hallway, you freeze because you know what's about to happen. And then you see it... This ginger and white thing pretending to be a Tasmanian devil, comes hurtling through the door and launches itself at you. Teeth and claws start ripping your arm to shreds, he wants out and he wants out right now.
So umm, yeah, he get's out.