I really appreciate all of your comments. I owe the remnants of my sanity to the voices of moderation and encouragement that have graced my blog. So even if it is as bad as I fear, it won’t be the end of the world. The Miaos don’t seem bothered by any of it.
Sprocket has been 100% sprocketty today. He has been so cuddly and sweet, too. He has fully forgiven me for the Benadrool. And he hasn’t acted itchy at all. I have stopped reading articles about ringworm online. I have been incredibly itchy, but I’m hoping that is merely a product of my diseased imagination. Just thinking about ticks is enough to make my skin crawl for hours (or days, if I actually find one), so it is natural that ringworm should produce a similar response. So far, no signs of anything, and believe me I have looked. Every few minutes.
These photos are from when Sprocket wasn’t feeling himself yet. He was napping on my bed and Chun was watching from atop the bookcase. He gets jealous and sulky when Sprocket or any of the others nap on my bed. He seems to think it only fits one cat. At the rate Sprocket is growing, he might be right.