Suddenly, the meowing became urgent; I would define it as an emergency meow type. Then, it abruptly ceased. Of course this caused me to feel the need to investigate. Upon arrival to my sister's bedroom. Simon is full on heaving. This heaving looked as if he was ridding himself of something large, perhaps a small animal. His brother sigma is watching on quietly, rubbing his back with his little cat paw.
Simon hurled not only, once, but twice, and obviously he chose to barf on the carpet of all places. Being a good sister, I cleaned it up, however the thought ran through my mind to just leave the puke there, claiming that "I didn't hear anything happen". If cats can make it to the litter box to take a deuce, then they sure as heck can bust in there to puke. Christ.