Ringworm & Catnip

I have catnip growing in my (organic) garden, and last night I had the brilliant idea of bringing some in for the cats. Since it was Wednesday evening, it really was time for Sulley's anti-fungal bath, but I had the even better idea of introducing him to fresh catnip for the first time, before his bath.

The results were, extreme.

He got his bath tonight, not last night.

This is Sulley's ringworm lession. He's been getting baths twice a week, and generic lamisil twice a day for a little over two weeks.
He's growling, "MY CATNIP!"
Guarding the catnip from the untrustworthy Mommy. And yes, there are no baseboards in this room, and the floor is ugly peel and stick linoleum. But hey, it works as an isolation/critter room, and eventually we will completely re-finish the room.
He's starting to lose track of where things are, like his paws.
Oops, dropped the catnip. When I tried to pick either the catnip, or him, up, I got bit. He spent the night alone with his catnip sprig. Which I could not find this morning.

Sullivan Boo

Is ours. I had him turned over to my account on Monday.

His ringworm is not healing yet, even though Hubby fervently wishes it were. Today I scrubbed his room three times then sprayed it down with a 10% bleach solution. Then I gave him a bath and applied his lamisil. He's scratching his poor neck raw.

Anya and Penelope are both on Prozac now too. I'm hoping to ease the tension between them and get Anya out from under the bed.

On only vaguely cat related topics, I'm going to see "Hellboy II: The Golden Army" this afternoon. Hey Hellboy loves cats.

no more no-nos, oh no...

Sulley was castrated today. He had the tiniest little testicles! I swear I think I could neuter a male cat myself now I've seen so many.

So that was the good, but...

He probably has ringworm.

Awesome. I've been exposed, a lot, as has Hubby, and through us and the critter room, our entire zoo.

This is perfect.

And earlier this week Penelope scared Anya so much in the wee hours that she wee-weed on me in bed. So we've been trying to keep her alone in the bedroom at night but she decides to chew on my toes at 5am. Ungratefull wench.

A book?

So I'm considering self-publishing a coffee-table type book of photographs, observations and maybe poetry based entirely on cats. I don't know if it would sell, but it might be a fun project to keep me out of trouble. Not that I don't already have enough on my plate. But I did go to college to be a writer, and then I didn't become one. Maybe now is the time.

Kitty crushes and kitten apologies

Anya is now play chasing Ambrose around the house. And sometimes he kisses her head. I think there's a little kitty crushing going on.

Sulley has been staying at the hospital for the last week because he didn't need special feeding anymore. I think he's sorry for whatever he did to end up there. He purrs and gives kisses and is biting less. I'm hoping he calms down a bit. I really want to bring him home.