Our cat Bombur (named after the dwarf from The Hobbit) ate something he shouldn't have. Or multiple somethings. He was clearly sick two days ago, and we took him to the vet as soon as he could get an appointment. He's been there since 8:15 AM yesterday, and they may have to do surgery for what is likely an intestinal blockage. I've barely slept the past two nights as a result. He's less than a year old. We got him and his brother Moth last May after losing our 15 year old cat in February of 2020. Bombur is much more outgoing than Moth, and Moth is clearly missing him. Dad says we should be able to pay for his treatment, but it will be a lot. If it brings him home it will have been worth it. Here's a few pictures. I'm upset that I have many more pictures of Moth than Bombur because Bombur is fuzzier and is harder to get a clear picture of. When he gets back I'll be taking many more. Moth is the black and white one, Bombur is orange. Both are polydactyl, so their front paws look like mittens. I should go back to bed, but I'm waiting for news.