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1. Robert Ledgerwood on July 11th, 2011 at 1:45 pm

   Bird allergies are nothing to joke about.

2. Cindy Scroggins on July 11th, 2011 at 1:49 pm

   I wish someone would compile a list of everything that is no joking matter. There might yet be a couple of groups I haven’t thought to offend.

3. Carole Corlew on July 11th, 2011 at 1:57 pm

   Let’s try to remedy that, Cindy. Onworking.

4. Joel Bernstein on July 11th, 2011 at 2:05 pm

   Lists are no joking matter Cindy.

5. Sheila Ryan on July 11th, 2011 at 2:05 pm

   I’m sorry. I’m thinking about cats again.

6. Carole Corlew on July 11th, 2011 at 2:29 pm

   Shelia, the good ones won’t really let you hug them. I don’t do well around needy cats. Might as well have a dog.

7. Sheila Ryan on July 11th, 2011 at 2:44 pm

   My attitude is: Cat? You know where to find me.

8. Sheila Ryan on July 11th, 2011 at 2:45 pm

   Also: Yes. I want to smack them and say, “Stop disgracing yourself and acting like a dog.”

9. Carole Corlew on July 11th, 2011 at 2:47 pm

   They don’t even seem to know it. An improper upbringing or something.

10. Daryl Scroggins on July 11th, 2011 at 5:38 pm

    This bird and this child are all set for coal mining.

11. Rick Neece on July 11th, 2011 at 6:36 pm

    The past three weeks, Tulle has been visiting while Aunt Beckie went to a class reunion and on vacation. Tulle isn’t necessarily “needy” from guys. But she hovers around the feet of anyone in the kitchen, looking for a dropped morsel. I’ve stepped on her more times I can count. She’s also capable of getting up on the kitchen counters and the prep table in the middle of the kitchen. I’ve had to mind my p’s and q’s about leaving people food on plates overnight.

    She’s also a Cat. Big C for curiousity. She has a sixth sense when there’s a door open, doors to the house, closet doors, cabinet doors, the dishwasher. She just has to see and maybe climb in there for a while.

    She probably thinks I’m the meanest som-bitch on earth. Not lettin’ her do nothin’. I think she does respect me. ‘t least she knows I don’t “put out.”

12. Rick Neece on July 11th, 2011 at 6:37 pm

    Charlie, on the other hand, is a perfect gentleman.

13. Carole Corlew on July 11th, 2011 at 8:39 pm

    Tulle sounds like a normal cat, Rick. Hovering for food, curious. The needy cats beg for attention and never get enough. My sister has a cat that does that. So my sister will be rubbing the cat, which the cat is begging for, and the cat will start nipping at my sister’s hand. Crazy cat!

14. Rick Neece on July 11th, 2011 at 9:02 pm

    Tulle never begged for attention from Danny or me. (Other than scoping for food.) She was perfectly content. She’d bat toys around, romp with Charlie as long as he was up to it. She bonded with Becky when Becky lived with us a couple years ago. (I think she may have always had female owners previously.) She didn’t seem to truck much with boys. But she’s always tolerated us. Over the last three weeks, Danny would pick her up, carry her around for a little while. She’d squawk at first, then settle into his embrace. She’s a happy cat, near as I can tell. She got picked up by Becky today. Charlie seemed needy when I got home. (Did he miss her?) I spent a little extra time with him this evening.

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