I was doing some fall type things around the house and needed my loppers to
trim some bushes and trees. They were nowhere to be found. We were going to
go out and buy a new one to keep a path clear to our front door.
Then my love asked me about the infamous cat on the neighbor's garage roof
incident of three weeks ago.
We got a cat, originally called meesha, who we refer to as THE BITCH. She
is half siamese and half hellion. She got on the roof and couldn't get down.
So at great risk to myslef, I trimmed some branches to a tree and ran a big
board over to her so she could get down. She wouldn't have anything to do
with my makeshift bridge. So I trimmed some more and put some nails in the
board to stabilize it. This was all done in the dark.
After 3 hours, the brat decided it was time to come home. I picked up
everything, I thought. I went and looked just now and there were my
loppers, sitting in a bucket of water. They looked mad at me. Not only some
rust and pitting going on, but they were covered in some kinda black slime.
I sprayed liberally with WD-40 and will repeat at least a couple more times.
Maybe a little sandpaper and oil to follow.
I think leaving tools out in the rain should be a capital offense. My
excuse is the cat made me do it. After all, it is my wife's cat. And she
certainly doesn't care about tools. I feel guilty everytime I look at the
loppers. But I will clean them up and put them to work in time for yard
And if I had anything to do with it, I would have just left the damn cat up
<grumble, grumble, bitch, bitch>