Athena just tried to hiss Ben out of a sunny spot. Unfortunately, she got the dry heaves halfway through–you know, the I-don’t-know-if-I-have-a-hairball-lets-find-out horking noise.
Ben stared at this strange apparition, not sure if she was going to attack him or vomit on him, or which would be worse.
Eventually they decided to share the sunny spot, from a safe distance of about a foot. Athena growls occasionally, Ben mews and wiggles around on his back, and peace is briefly restored.