Morgan watched the cat carefully as it gracefully moved around her, waiting for some kind of judgement. As their eyes met she thought it had to be coming, prepared herself for godly words of wisdom...then watched in disgust as the cat threw up.
Just like a real cat, she supposed.
"...This is a refusal of my request, then." She stated, staring down at the hairball (though not going to scamper away or move it. She was not particularly squeamish).