There are few sounds as disturbing, on a fundamentally primal level, as a cat throwing up next to the bed at 2.30 in the morning. The whole process, from wet-gagging-start to fetid-stench-end seems to touch a nerve of such deep abhorrence that it would, I suggest, be akin to having to shake hands with Piers …
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