Just had to march and crawl around the house, following the puke noises which woke me, finding and clearing up the trail of sick. Do they do it on purpose? Then he demanded cuddles by stomping around on me, (he's a hefty beast) which I know will end up in me getting bitten if I dare to even breathe.
At least the very noisy up-chuck noises woke me up. Better than the surprise of standing in a squishy, cold green hairball.
MCat now calmly and happily checking out the view from bedroom window. Twat.