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
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>
"Lee Michaels" wrote:
> Then my love asked me about the infamous cat on the neighbor's
> garage roof incident of three weeks ago.
Cats and I have made a pact.
I don't like them and they don't like me.
As far as cat on garage roof is concerned, cat got on that roof by
itself, cat can get off that roof by itself.
Damn thing isn't worth the cost of a 12 ga shell to kill it or the
time it would take for a buzzard to remove the carcess after it's
dead, never mind the smell.
Lew
<[email protected]> wrote:
> Unfortunately, if you're married and it's the wife's cat, you don't
> have much choice in the matter.
Rule 1:
Don't get involved with a cat person.
Rule 2:
If in doubt, refer to Rule 1.
Lew
"Lee Michaels" <leemichaels*nadaspam*@comcast.net> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
>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.
>
...
>
> 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!
Your real problem is you used the wrong tool. A powder actuated tool would
have allowed you to remain firmly on the ground...
On Sun, 01 Nov 2009 17:13:30 -0800, jo4hn <[email protected]>
wrote:
>Tom Watson wrote:
>Then what's a catamount?
The loading basket for a catapult?
On Sun, 01 Nov 2009 17:13:30 -0800, jo4hn <[email protected]>
wrote:
>Tom Watson wrote:
>>
>> peepul who don't like cats are called 'catamites', i thimk.
>>
>Then what's a catamount?
taxidermy
Regards,
Tom Watson
http://home.comcast.net/~tjwatson1/
"Lee Michaels" <leemichaels*nadaspam*@comcast.net> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
>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
> 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>
If it happens again, I'm sure the lopper would work quite well on the little
bastuhd's neck.
B.
On Sun, 01 Nov 2009 20:21:38 -0600, Swingman <[email protected]> wrote:
>> After that I quit worrying about cat up a tree or on a roof or whatever.
>> Just go up to wherever the cat is, yell "YOU CAN COME DOWN NOW", and run the
>> can opener and the cat will be down in a flash.
>Gotta love it ... one of the best cat posts I've read. Thanks!! :)
Obviously, he hasn't been trained properly as a cat slave.
When my can Mrows, I rush over with the cat food. *IF* I don't get
there fast enough, I'm subjected to a number of verbal reprimands.
J. Clarke wrote:
> Should have. The notion that a "cat can't get down" is based in a false
> understanding of cats. If a cat can get _up_ the tree, the cat can get
> _down_ the tree. But the cat is lazy egotistical hedonist and if calling
> for help will get it attention and get it carried down and petted it will do
> that in preference to the uncomfortable task of climbing backwards.
>
> I remember a cat climbing about 60 feet up a southern yellow pine. He was
> up there hollering his lungs out. Of course the GF wants me to do something
> right now. Well, the something I did was have breakfast and think about how
> in the Hell I was going to get that cat down when the longest ladder I had
> was 20 feet short.
>
> Well, at the sound of the can opener this gray streak comes out of the
> woods. If you do not have an electric can opener you will be unaware of its
> efficacy as a cat-caller.
>
> After that I quit worrying about cat up a tree or on a roof or whatever.
> Just go up to wherever the cat is, yell "YOU CAN COME DOWN NOW", and run the
> can opener and the cat will be down in a flash.
Gotta love it ... one of the best cat posts I've read. Thanks!! :)
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Last update: 10/22/08
KarlC@ (the obvious)
"Tom Watson" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> peepul who don't like cats are called 'catamites', i thimk.
I thought I was cataphobic.
Dave in Houston
"John Grossbohlin" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> Your real problem is you used the wrong tool. A powder actuated tool
> would have allowed you to remain firmly on the ground...
Ah, yes, my personal favorite; hot lead injection.
Dave in Houston
"Lee Michaels" <leemichaels*nadaspam*@comcast.net> wrote in
news:[email protected]:
> 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 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>
>
>
>
I hear you. We have a "Tortie" (tortoise shell colored calico). These
cats are known to have an attitute. We named her Cleo, but now we just
call her "bitch" or "booger bitch".
On Nov 1, 4:51=A0pm, Tom Watson <[email protected]> wrote:
> On Sun, 1 Nov 2009 16:43:26 -0800 (PST), Luigi Zanasi
>
> <[email protected]> wrote:
> >Who likes cats cause they taste just like rabbits.
>
> peepul who don't like cats are called 'catamites', i thimk.
You bein' homophobic again?
Luigi
On Nov 1, 5:28=A0pm, "John Grossbohlin"
<[email protected]> wrote:
> "Lee Michaels" <leemichaels*[email protected]> wrote in message
>
> news:[email protected]...
>
> >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 r=
oof
> > incident of three weeks ago.
>
> ...
>
>
>
> > I think leaving tools out in the rain should be a capital offense. =A0M=
y
> > excuse is the cat made me do it. After all, it is my wife's cat. And sh=
e
> > certainly doesn't care about tools. =A0I feel guilty everytime I look a=
t 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 ca=
t
> > up there!
>
> Your real problem is you used the wrong tool. =A0A powder actuated tool w=
ould
> have allowed you to remain firmly on the ground...
My thoughts exactly.... and look at all the different calibers
available.
"Rescue a cat." Who's heard of such a thing.
On Nov 1, 8:19=A0pm, Tom Watson <[email protected]> wrote:
> On Sun, 01 Nov 2009 17:13:30 -0800, jo4hn <[email protected]>
> wrote:
>
> >Tom Watson wrote:
>
> >> peepul who don't like cats are called 'catamites', i thimk.
>
> >Then what's a catamount?
>
> taxidermy
>
Nice!
On Nov 1, 4:06=A0pm, "J. Clarke" <[email protected]> wrote:
> Lee Michaels wrote:
> > 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. =A0 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. =A0I picked u=
p
> > everything, I thought. =A0I 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. =A0M=
y
> > excuse is the cat made me do it. After all, it is my wife's cat. And
> > she certainly doesn't care about tools. =A0I 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>
>
> Should have. =A0The notion that a "cat can't get down" is based in a fals=
e
> understanding of cats. =A0If a cat can get _up_ the tree, the cat can get
> _down_ the tree. =A0But the cat is lazy egotistical hedonist and if calli=
ng
> for help will get it attention and get it carried down and petted it will=
do
> that in preference to the uncomfortable task of climbing backwards.
>
> I remember a cat climbing about 60 feet up a southern yellow pine. =A0He =
was
> up there hollering his lungs out. =A0Of course the GF wants me to do some=
thing
> right now. =A0Well, the something I did was have breakfast and think abou=
t how
> in the Hell I was going to get that cat down when the longest ladder I ha=
d
> was 20 feet short.
>
> Well, at the sound of the can opener this gray streak comes out of the
> woods. =A0If you do not have an electric can opener you will be unaware o=
f its
> efficacy as a cat-caller.
>
> After that I quit worrying about cat up a tree or on a roof or whatever.
> Just go up to wherever the cat is, yell "YOU CAN COME DOWN NOW", and run =
the
> can opener and the cat will be down in a flash.
It ain't that easy. Just look at all the cat skeletons we find on
roofs and on tree branches from all the poor cats who can't get down
from what at first look to them like easy perches. If you can't do it
yourself, at least call the fire department.
A .22 or even a BB gun also works.
Luigi
Who likes cats cause they taste just like rabbits.
Lee Michaels wrote:
> 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 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>
Should have. The notion that a "cat can't get down" is based in a false
understanding of cats. If a cat can get _up_ the tree, the cat can get
_down_ the tree. But the cat is lazy egotistical hedonist and if calling
for help will get it attention and get it carried down and petted it will do
that in preference to the uncomfortable task of climbing backwards.
I remember a cat climbing about 60 feet up a southern yellow pine. He was
up there hollering his lungs out. Of course the GF wants me to do something
right now. Well, the something I did was have breakfast and think about how
in the Hell I was going to get that cat down when the longest ladder I had
was 20 feet short.
Well, at the sound of the can opener this gray streak comes out of the
woods. If you do not have an electric can opener you will be unaware of its
efficacy as a cat-caller.
After that I quit worrying about cat up a tree or on a roof or whatever.
Just go up to wherever the cat is, yell "YOU CAN COME DOWN NOW", and run the
can opener and the cat will be down in a flash.
Lew Hodgett wrote:
> <[email protected]> wrote:
>
>> Unfortunately, if you're married and it's the wife's cat, you don't
>> have much choice in the matter.
>
> Rule 1:
>
> Don't get involved with a cat person.
>
> Rule 2:
>
> If in doubt, refer to Rule 1.
Or just refuse to be pussywhipped.
J. Clarke wrote:
> Lew Hodgett wrote:
>> <[email protected]> wrote:
>>
>>> Unfortunately, if you're married and it's the wife's cat, you
>>> don't have much choice in the matter.
>>
>> Rule 1:
>>
>> Don't get involved with a cat person.
>>
>> Rule 2:
>>
>> If in doubt, refer to Rule 1.
>
> Or just refuse to be pussywhipped.
Are you nuts?
--
http://www.welshpembrokecorgis.com
basilisk wrote:
> J. Clarke wrote:
>
>> Lew Hodgett wrote:
>>> <[email protected]> wrote:
>>>
>>>> Unfortunately, if you're married and it's the wife's cat, you
>>>> don't have much choice in the matter.
>>>
>>> Rule 1:
>>>
>>> Don't get involved with a cat person.
>>>
>>> Rule 2:
>>>
>>> If in doubt, refer to Rule 1.
>>
>> Or just refuse to be pussywhipped.
>
> Are you nuts?
Okay, here is the smiley I left off my other post :).
--
http://www.welshpembrokecorgis.com
basilisk wrote:
> basilisk wrote:
>
>> J. Clarke wrote:
>>
>>> Lew Hodgett wrote:
>>>> <[email protected]> wrote:
>>>>
>>>>> Unfortunately, if you're married and it's the wife's cat, you
>>>>> don't have much choice in the matter.
>>>>
>>>> Rule 1:
>>>>
>>>> Don't get involved with a cat person.
>>>>
>>>> Rule 2:
>>>>
>>>> If in doubt, refer to Rule 1.
>>>
>>> Or just refuse to be pussywhipped.
>>
>> Are you nuts?
> Okay, here is the smiley I left off my other post :).
Spent enough time exploring alternative lifestyles to appreciate the value
of a good flogging.
On Sun, 1 Nov 2009 15:26:55 -0800, "Lew Hodgett"
<[email protected]> wrote:
>As far as cat on garage roof is concerned, cat got on that roof by
>itself, cat can get off that roof by itself.
Unfortunately, if you're married and it's the wife's cat, you don't
have much choice in the matter. You *could* refuse to save the cat,
but when it came to getting yourself out of your wife's line of
vision, you'd be forever banned from 'getting off that roof by
yourself' so to speak.
I'm not married, never been married and most likely will never be
married. But, even I know better than to refuse an order of that type
by the wife. That's got to be the surest route to convert purgatory to
eternity.
On Sun, 1 Nov 2009 22:30:21 -0800 (PST), Luigi Zanasi
<[email protected]> wrote:
>On Nov 1, 4:51 pm, Tom Watson <[email protected]> wrote:
>> On Sun, 1 Nov 2009 16:43:26 -0800 (PST), Luigi Zanasi
>>
>> <[email protected]> wrote:
>> >Who likes cats cause they taste just like rabbits.
>>
>> peepul who don't like cats are called 'catamites', i thimk.
>
>You bein' homophobic again?
>
>Luigi
Not I. Some of my favorite shop mates are fagus's.
Regards,
Tom Watson
http://home.comcast.net/~tjwatson1/
J. Clarke wrote:
>
> I remember a cat climbing about 60 feet up a southern yellow pine.
> He was up there hollering his lungs out. Of course the GF wants me
> to do something right now. Well, the something I did was have
> breakfast and think about how in the Hell I was going to get that cat
> down when the longest ladder I had was 20 feet short.
>
> Well, at the sound of the can opener this gray streak comes out of the
> woods. If you do not have an electric can opener you will be unaware
> of its efficacy as a cat-caller.
>
> After that I quit worrying about cat up a tree or on a roof or
> whatever. Just go up to wherever the cat is, yell "YOU CAN COME DOWN
> NOW", and run the can opener and the cat will be down in a flash.
A few years ago, the NRA had their annual convention in my town. Signing
autographs at the Glock booth was R Lee Ermey (Mail Call, Heavy Metal
Jacket, etc.). Standing behind him I said: "Lee, a representative in the
Minnesota legislature has introduced a bill to allow an open hunting season
for feral cats. I'm putting together a celebrity cat-call tape for the new
hunting parade. Would you be willing to say 'Here, kitty-kitty' for the
project?"
He paused his pen, turned, looked me in the eye, and said: "That is the most
fucked-up idea I have ever heard!"
Oh well.
"jo4hn" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
>
> Dogs have owners.
> Cats have staff.
True. I have five.
Tom Watson wrote:
> On Sun, 1 Nov 2009 16:43:26 -0800 (PST), Luigi Zanasi
> <[email protected]> wrote:
>
>
>> Who likes cats cause they taste just like rabbits.
>
>
> peepul who don't like cats are called 'catamites', i thimk.
>
>
>
>
> Regards,
>
> Tom Watson
> http://home.comcast.net/~tjwatson1/
Then what's a catamount?
[email protected] wrote:
> On Sun, 1 Nov 2009 16:32:04 -0800, "Lew Hodgett"
> <[email protected]> wrote:
>
>>> Unfortunately, if you're married and it's the wife's cat, you don't
>>> have much choice in the matter.
>> Rule 1:
>>
>> Don't get involved with a cat person.
>
> :) Guess that means I'll surely never get married. And I'm sure my
> cat wouldn't have it any other way. She's the mistress of this
> household and I'm just the local slave help.
Dogs have owners.
Cats have staff.
On Sun, 1 Nov 2009 16:32:04 -0800, "Lew Hodgett"
<[email protected]> wrote:
>> Unfortunately, if you're married and it's the wife's cat, you don't
>> have much choice in the matter.
>
>Rule 1:
>
>Don't get involved with a cat person.
:) Guess that means I'll surely never get married. And I'm sure my
cat wouldn't have it any other way. She's the mistress of this
household and I'm just the local slave help.
On Sun, 1 Nov 2009 16:43:26 -0800 (PST), Luigi Zanasi
<[email protected]> wrote:
>Who likes cats cause they taste just like rabbits.
peepul who don't like cats are called 'catamites', i thimk.
Regards,
Tom Watson
http://home.comcast.net/~tjwatson1/