To carry on from where I left off yesterday in the exciting saga of Edith's continued adventures in peeing, we successfully collected a sample from her. We dropped it off this morning at the vets, and Doc had a call soon after to tell us that Edith does indeed have a urinary tract infection.
Poor cat! That's what she's been trying to tell us, along with her disapproval of us going on holiday for over a week and the fact that next-door's cat is still trying to claim the front door as her own.
Of course now we have to give Edith antibiotics every twelve hours, and she enjoys being given her medicine almost as much as Nancy did. I am very glad that I clipped her claws on Sunday.