Story One: The Council of the Sunbeam
The sunbeam arrived at precisely 2:17 in the afternoon, cutting a golden rectangle across the living room floor. This was, as everyone in the household knew, the most sacred and contested piece of real estate in the known universe.
Biscuit saw it first.
"Mew," she said, which translated roughly to: *I have discovered a prime piece of thermal real estate and I am formally staking my claim under the ancient laws of Feline Territorial Acquisition, subsection four, paragraph nine, which clearly states that the one who spots the sunbeam first has sovereign dominion over—*
"Mew mew," said Fluff, dropping down from the couch with the casual grace of someone who had absolutely been plotting this for hours.
*Irrelevant. I was here first.*
"MEW," said Fluff, louder this time.
*The sunbeam does not recognize your squatter's rights.*
