Just a little sample of her wit:
She's a keeper!Every now and then a lone Bobcat fan wanders into Duke’s, homesick and seeking solace from his Montana peeps. Despite being outnumbered, he’ll fling a little Cat poop until he’s properly humbled and welcomed into the fray – as long as he’s willing to buy us a beer, or a pitcher, or two. It always works to play the Montana card in this crowd. We take care of our own.
All that will change come November, during the Brawl of the Wild. A litter of Bobkitties will make a respectable appearance at Duke’s, which typically is overflowing by 10 a.m. prompting a confused local Fire Marshall to show up and tell Al to bar the doors against the Montana mob in the parking lot.