It was the vet. Seems the front desk guy had not been up-to-date.
They fed Pharaoh at 2am. He vomited everything up at 6am, including more plastic. At this point, they are pretty sure that the unidentified mass in his intestine is cloth. We've authorized an ultrasound. Surgery is looking more and more likely.
We'll be visiting him this afternoon.
In the meantime, my heart is breaking and Isis is driving everyone to distraction demanding to know where her brother is.
