Bakura leaned forward a little in his seat, narrowing his eyes at Mau.
Marik stared at Bakura. "Bakura, why are you staring at the cat?"
"I'm trying to figure out what she's looking at."
"She's not looking at anything."
"I know. She's been staring intently at the same spot of nothing for quite some time now."
"Probably a dust mote."
"Dust motes move. Her eyes haven't moved at all."
Before Marik could retort, White Mage crept up behind Mau and pounced on her, leaping up and running after her ambush was complete. Mau chased the younger cat into the kitchen. After a crash, the two cats came running out of the kitchen – Mau now chasing White Mage.
"Damn, crazy cats," Marik grumbled as their destructive game of tag continued.
Bakura grinned. "Hey, you're the one that thought it'd be cute to have another one."