Blink

She was taunting me, staring me dead in the eye. Her yellow eyes were unyielding, her expression unmoving. She was a like stone statue. My eyes began to water, making me want to blink.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“What does it look like! I'm having a staring contest with Marble,” I replied like it was obvious.

“Cats don't really need to blink, idiot.”