Sir Johannes Kepler, our little King, our little man, needs some surgery. He flew too close to the planets and got a bit burnt, i.e., he ate some apartment debris not meant for kitty (or Kingly) consumption and now needs it removed. Sarah and I love him dearly but just cannot fully shoulder the financial burden of this surgery. We, King Mr. K included, would be forever grateful for any help you could offer. He truly is a friend we never knew we could have.