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The Fine Art of Passive-Aggression

  Princess hopped up onto the ledge and into the sunbeam. It was her favourite spot in the whole house on sunny days. Despite being a black cat, very nearly becoming too hot to the touch after sitting in a sunbeam for any length of time, she loved her sunshine. The problem this day was that Chester, the other black cat, was already lying on that ledge. Something Princess had seen and taken note of, but jumped up there anyways. Perhaps in her old age she didn't care that the ledge was already taken. Perhaps she thought she could squeeze into the other half of the sunbeam that wasn't already being taken up by Chester. At any rate, there she was, up on the ledge, a mere three inches away from Chester. Chester, for his part, was flabbergasted. Neither of them are cuddle buddies; in fact Princess is very particular about her bubble, preferring a fairly big one around her, all day, every day. Chester at first was startled at the sudden presence of Princess.