For the past few weeks, I’ve been gong over to the home of some friends one or two times a week after school. I’ve been scooping their cat’s litter boxes for them. They have a lot of cats, and the 7 or 8 cat boxes need daily scooping. There are probably 7 or 8 friends on the scoop calendar, all told.
Why are we helping out with the cat boxes?
Because J is pregnant and not allowed to scoop litter boxes, and her husband T is undergoing radiation and chemotherapy for a tumor at the base of his tongue, which necessitates a feeding tube in his abdomen, which means he isn’t bending over lately. Plus, anyone with a compromised immune system probably shouldn’t scoop cat poop.
The prognosis for T’s recovery is very good, thought there will be some difficulties over the next few weeks, starting with his next round of chemo. He keeps the group up to date with the progress of his treatment via a “Yahoo group.” The baby is due in late March and we all hope T will be able to be present at the delivery.
Meanwhile, members of the Yahoo group are making food, delivering groceries and boxes of cat litter, helping out with home improvement projects, and scooping, scooping, scooping. I’m glad to be part of a community that takes care of each other like this.