Fifty-Fifty knows the time and location of the house's sunny spots. When the spot arrives, she guards it from Greaseball and the dogs. Sometimes, Greaseball prevails, but oftentimes she keeps the most coveted of spots.
Once there is no question that the spot is her's and only her's, she begins the sun spot dance.
See the crazy in her eyes?
"What are you looking at? Don't judge me!"