They locked her out of the room at night. Otherwise she tried to play with their feet while they slept, and feeling unexplained whiskers brushing against you was creepy when you were in the middle of making love. The only problem being, she pined at the door every morning at exactly 5:50.
"No, Mau, I hate you," Bakura muttered as he pushed his face harder against Marik's shoulder in order to drown out the insistent meows.
By 6:00, he shuffled down the hall and to the kitchen where Mau's food dish sat empty. "I hate you so much."
After filling it, he crawled back into bed.
Later that day, as he checked his emails, Bakura heard a small jingle and a smaller meow. He glanced down and two large, green eyes stared back at him. A toy mouse dangled from her mouth. Bakura shook his head. "No, I don't want to play. I hate you."
He grabbed the mouse and tossed it across the living room to get rid of her. She fetched it and brought it back to him. He'd throw it away, and each time she brought it back.
As Bakura made a sandwich, she rubbed against his ankles. "Hell no, you're not getting any of my roast beef."
Perhaps a piece fell on the floor, and Bakura was too lazy to pick it up.
Marik went out to run errands and Bakura stole the opportunity for a nap on the sofa. He felt a soft weight shifting on his stomach. Bakura growled. "Go away, cat. I can't stand you."
Mau walked up to Bakura's chest, circled twice, and settled down on top of him. Bakura rolled his eyes and scratched behind her ear.
Marik came home and noticed Bakura asleep on the couch, arms curled around a small patch of black.