Of course there are exceptions to this......  Toy

The gun and the kitten I can relate to.       

Quote from: walkstall on October 21, 2012, 01:36:07 PM
The gun and the kitten I can relate to.   

Quote from: walkstall on October 21, 2012, 01:36:07 PM
The gun and the kitten I can relate to.   

Hmmmm, I guess that leaves me with the eating and the crying phase, but I would never mention that during the gun period. 

Quote from: Solar on October 23, 2012, 06:20:12 AM
Hmmmm, I guess that leaves me with the eating and the crying phase, but I would never mention that during the gun period. 

Trust me you will live longer.   

lol, ST thats funny,lol....
and then there's when that's over and the power surges hit and the real fun begins,lolol.

Quote from: Elfie on October 24, 2012, 07:41:32 AM
lol, ST thats funny,lol....
and then there's when that's over and the power surges hit and the real fun begins,lolol.

Sooooo True! ST gets in her puttering mood and I just let her go, in hopes she doesn't hide all my tools again.

Quote from: Solar on October 24, 2012, 03:28:07 PM
Sooooo True! ST gets in her puttering mood and I just let her go, in hopes she doesn't hide all my tools again.

Sooooo your have that problem also.  For 25 years I was thinking it was the kids.  lol

Quote from: walkstall on October 24, 2012, 07:17:12 PM
Sooooo your have that problem also.  For 25 years I was thinking it was the kids.  lol

At first I thought it was early onset of dementia, that I really never had the tools in the first place.
Then in the middle of a project, I set a tool down, only to catch her in the act of cleaning/puttering, or in her world, organizing.
So I followed the little pack-rat to her hideiehole, only to discover I didn't have dementia, just an overly efficient female living in a mans cane.
She was trying to organize my life.

I had to completely rethink my life plan at that moment, and the answer was a new cave, a WORKSHOP!!!

Quote from: Solar on October 25, 2012, 06:27:41 AM

At first I thought it was early onset of dementia, that I really never had the tools in the first place.
Then in the middle of a project, I set a tool down, only to catch her in the act of cleaning/puttering, or in her world, organizing.
So I followed the little pack-rat to her hideiehole, only to discover I didn't have dementia, just an overly efficient female living in a mans cane.
She was trying to organize my life.

I had to completely rethink my life plan at that moment, and the answer was a new cave, a WORKSHOP!!!

  I now have a workshop, and the kids are gone.  But the cat keeps taking my tools.  Sometimes I find them a month later where she put them.   Well that's what I keep telling my wife.   

Quote from: walkstall on October 25, 2012, 06:37:58 AM
  I now have a workshop, and the kids are gone.  But the cat keeps taking my tools.  Sometimes I find them a month later where she put them.   Well that's what I keep telling my wife.   

I don't blame ST, 90% of what she stores away are tools, but she has never see many of the tools I have.
To her, pliers, screwdriver and hammer are tools, beyond that, it's just crap laying in the way.