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 waste day.
And if I had anything to do with it, I would have just left the damn cat up there!
<grumble, grumble, bitch, bitch>