You should not wee on the hand that feeds you. That’s kind of obvious. And normally Mrs J’s cats rewards her attentions with purrs and cuddles. Not wee.

If cat wee makes you nauseous, stop reading now. Come back in a few days.

Cat wee, in the wrong place, makes Mrs J worry. Which spells v-e-t for our furry friends. So Mrs J and Co. were off to the vet, stat. But she was the only one who came back with a mission: To get a sample. Of said cat wee.

Okay.

She got some stuff from the vet. A couple of packets of non-absorbent cat litter.

Kind of looks like colorless fish-eggs. On the packet were the following words of wisdom:

It can be a very difficult task to collect a urine sample from your cat.

No shticks, Sherlock!

She’s not sure if Ms Crazypants will eat that stuff or go potty on it.

Mrs J loves her cats. She knows they are cats. She treats them as cats. That said, she protects them as fiercely as if they were human. She worries about them as much. Even though they’re cats. That’s just the way Mrs J is with animals. A big paranoid hypochondriac hysteric  softy.

Please wish her luck.

She’ll need it.