The vet thinks that Sprocket’s hypersensitivity is caused by an allergic reaction to something. Perhaps something he encountered in the basement, perhaps from getting into somewhere that is usually blocked off, or perhaps it was a matter of the amount of exposure. We don’t really know, but it is a plausible theory. Though I might say that he has gotten into the more dungeon-like areas of the basement before and come upstairs decked in cobwebs but not had any ill effects from it.
He didn’t show any symptoms at the clinic. He was friendly and playful and curious and didn’t once act twitchy or itchy or irritable. But shortly after coming home, the symptoms came back. I don’t know if there is something in the air here that is making him worse, but there is nothing different from the last two years. Since he wasn’t showing any symptoms, the doctor didn’t give him any meds. She told us to give him half a tablet of children’s benadryl (or generic) if it didn’t resolve. I rinsed him with a warm washcloth in case there was something on his fur irritating him. Yesterday we finally found the tablet form of children’s benadryl, but only the dissolvable kind. It upset his tummy but maybe an hour and a half after taking it (and barfing all his breakfast* and getting his pantaloon cleaned), he was acting fairly normal. *I was worried that his meal wasn’t digested after at least six hours. But anyway, after that, he was upstairs and socializing, hanging out around us, then watching the rain out the window. Sudden noises didn’t startle him and he didn’t act twitchy or alarmed at all. He even came for supper. Then he took a *long* nap, and when he woke from the nap, he was acting twitchy again. This morning, he didn’t have much of an appetite.
I put a crunchie, one of his favorites, under his nose and he *tried* to eat it but it kept falling out of his mouth. So then I was worried that he had swelling or something that was preventing him from eating physically. Eventually, he ate a small portion of canned tuna, but no crunchies. He played with a peacock feather for a few minutes and he looked alert and interested, but he wouldn’t leave my bed.
I’m planning to take him back to the vet tomorrow. If this is the same thing he had a year an a half ago, it resolved very quickly after stronger meds (steroids and some antihistamine or another). Without Sprocket sprocketting around, the Miao House feels so wrong. Everyone is subdued. Chun is worried. He checks on his little brother and gives him kitty kisses, and hangs out in the walk-in closet with him. I’m beside myself because, I think, the Miao family has gone through so much in the past few years and my mind immediately goes to extremes.
EDIT: I found posts on his first episode in the archives, from May of 2012, and am reading through them now. It’s amazing how much I have forgotten.