Decided the kitty needed a full cleaning of his litter box. Such is the lot of a cat servant. It involves taking out the old litter and removing the old liner, not just scooping it out, which is done daily.
I knew it would be hard but didn't realize how much my body has lost in strength even with the exercises I got in physical therapy.
Step one of my plan, remove as much of the old litter before taking out the liner. As getting on my knees as I did a few months ago is now out, I squatted down and started scooping. Getting as much out as I could, I went to straighten up. Legs said F**k you. My legs wouldn't come back up. The harder I tried the worse things got and slowly I started sinking to the floor. Realizing down was the only direction on the menu I just did my best not to go down to hard.
Managed a soft landing on my knees. I was helped by a low wall by the basement stairs, about 4 feet high. Wife wanted to know how she could help. As she's in worse shape I didn't know how she could do anything. I just stayed there on my knees clinging to the low wall totally discouraged.
After a short rest I decided to attempt to get one leg back under me. I started sliding my left leg forward and used my shoulders all I could. Like a slo-motion instant replay I came up until one leg was back under me. I kept a death grip on the wall knowing I only had enough energy for one attempt and then got the other leg under me.
I had to inch along the wall and wife pushed the chair as close as she could until I could sit down. It left me not knowing what to do. Wife brought my cane after a rest and I made it to my chair in the living room. It was time now for my pain pills which wife fetched. She also made me lunch, so I guess there were ways she could help.
So now Neville was without a litter box until I could figure out how to do this with a bad leg. Ah-ha, I could slip a trash bag over the litter box as a temporary fix until I got some strength back in my leg. So after lunch that's what we did, with me sitting on a chair. Meanwhile, out comes Neville only to find his kitty potty wasn't available. However looking around he spotted a small pile of litter we'd swept up but hadn't picked up. He squatted, did his business and walked off. His good aim and having clumping litter made the last bit of litter easier to pickup.
« Last Edit: February 11, 2023, 09:01:08 PM by msslave »
Well trained and been made compliant....by my cat Neville