Requested by: @USMCRules
Travis leaned back in his chair, adjusting the mic for another episode of *New Heights* with his brother, Jason. The vibe was relaxed, as usual, but today was different—they were still buzzing from last week's episode with Adam Sandler. The guest appearance had sent their podcast numbers soaring, and now, they were back for more, hoping to keep the energy high.
"Yo, you all set over there, man?" Jason's voice crackled through the audio as his face popped onto Travis's screen.
Travis smirked, tapping his fingers against the desk. "Yeah, bro, let's get into it. You still riding that Sandler high from last week?"
Jason grinned. "Dude, I'm telling you, I've been quoting *Happy Gilmore* to my kids all week. Wyatt tried to hit a golf ball into a neighbor's yard—thanks to you."
They both laughed, reminiscing about the chaotic energy Sandler brought to the podcast. But before they could dive deep into another segment, a soft meow echoed from Travis's end of the line.
Jason furrowed his brow, pausing mid-sentence. "Was that...was that a cat?"
Travis glanced over his shoulder, already knowing where this was headed. "Yeah, man, that's probably Benjamin. He's been stalking me for an hour. Dude's got some serious separation anxiety."
Jason rolled his eyes dramatically, leaning closer to the camera as if to emphasize his disgust. "You gotta be kidding me. I still can't believe you willingly let cats live in your house. I swear, they're plotting your demise every time they look at you."
Travis laughed, shaking his head. "Come on, man. Taylor loves them. And they're chill. Most of the time."
"Yeah, until they scratch your eyes out in your sleep," Jason retorted, his voice dripping with mock fear. "I'm telling you, bro, cats are poisonous. I've said it before, and I'll say it again—they've got something sinister going on."
Before Travis could respond, the unmistakable pitter-patter of paws echoed across the desk, followed by another loud *meow*. In a split second, Benjamin Button, Taylor's notoriously fluffy ragdoll cat, leaped onto the desk, gracefully landing right in front of Travis's camera, blocking the entire view with his white fur.
Jason burst into laughter. "No way! Is that him? Is that Benjamin Button?"
Travis sighed, but he couldn't help but chuckle as he tried to nudge Benjamin aside. "Yeah, this is Benny, and of course, he decides to make an appearance *now*. Dude's got the worst timing."
Jason wiped a tear from his eye as he struggled to regain composure. "You know, it's just perfect. We're talking about cats, and here he is, proving my point. Look at him, man—just laying there like he owns the place."
Benjamin, seemingly oblivious to the conversation, flopped down on the desk, his paws stretching out lazily over Travis's keyboard. His fluffy tail flicked back and forth, occasionally swiping across the mic as if on purpose.
"He basically does own the place," Travis admitted with a grin, scratching Benjamin's head. "Taylor spoils him rotten."
Jason leaned back in his chair, shaking his head in disbelief. "This is why I'll never have a cat. Never. I don't care how much Kylie and the kids beg. Dogs? Fine. But cats? They're little fluffy terrorists. No way, no how."
"Come on, bro, you can't hate all cats," Travis said, now fully embracing the chaos of the situation. "I mean, they're chill compared to having three triplets screaming at once."
Jason raised an eyebrow, still laughing. "I'll take screaming triplets over a cat plotting my demise, thanks."
As they continued their back-and-forth, Benjamin remained comfortably sprawled across the desk, refusing to budge. His large blue eyes blinked lazily, entirely uninterested in Travis's attempts to move him out of the camera's frame.
