TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

Crazy Cat Lady

A/N WHO LIKES MY INTERNET BEDROOM

Taylor's POV

I never thought it would get this bad, honestly. I mean, I already have three cats, which most people would say is a lot. And they're all amazing, perfect little creatures who each have their own personalities. But recently, every time I see a cat online, or if someone I know mentions adopting one, it's like a switch flips, and I can't stop thinking about it. A fourth cat, a new little friend for Meredith, Olivia, and Benjamin. One more tiny fluffball in the family. I'll admit, it's become a bit of an obsession lately, much to Travis's amusement (and slight concern). I've spent countless hours scrolling through adoption sites, looking at different breeds, different faces, even different names that would fit in perfectly with the other three.

"Babe, I think you need an intervention," Travis told me the other day, smirking as I showed him yet another picture of a kitten with big, round eyes and little tufted ears. "That's the fifth one today."

"But look at her," I said, holding up my phone like I'd found a rare gem. "She looks like a mini Meredith! Just imagine the two of them together, twins!"

He laughed, shook his head, and hugged me, muttering something about how I was going to turn the house into a zoo at this rate.

But I could see it in his face—he was already halfway sold on the idea, even if he wasn't going to admit it just yet.

A couple of days passed, and I tried my best not to bring it up again, mostly because I knew Travis was right. It was getting a little out of hand. I was hyper-fixating. But it's so hard not to when I'm here at home, looking at Meredith and Olivia curled up in their favourite spots, and Benjamin sprawled across the couch. Every time I see them, I can't help but imagine another little face joining them, snuggling up in the pile of fur.

Finally, one afternoon, I was with Meredith on my lap, scrolling through Instagram and watching cat videos. I came across this video of a tabby with the fluffiest tail I'd ever seen. This little kitten was batting at a feather, jumping in the air, and doing that awkward little tumble when they land wrong. I watched it over and over until I could practically feel my heart melting. This was getting ridiculous. I had to do something.

That night, Travis and I were curled up on the couch, watching some show, and I couldn't hold it in any longer. I nudged him, trying to keep a straight face. "So... hypothetically," I began, which is how I always start these things. "If we were to, say, add one more member to our little cat family, hypothetically, what would you say?"

He looked over at me, raising an eyebrow. "Hypothetically?"

"Yes, hypothetically," I said, trying to keep a straight face.

He laughed, then sighed, as if he'd seen this coming for a long time. "Honestly? I think it would be adorable. But you know what they say about cats—they'll slowly take over the house."

"Perfect," I replied, beaming at him. "That's exactly the goal."

Travis shook his head, chuckling, and I couldn't help but feel a little spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, I could finally convince him.

A week went by, and though I did my best to stay calm, it was clear that I was still fixated on the idea. Every time I saw a cute photo of a cat, I'd send it to Travis. Little hints, you know? Just in case he needed a reminder.

One day, after a long day at the studio, I came home to find Travis in the living room with a little grin on his face, like he had some big secret he was dying to share.

"What's up?" I asked, suspiciously.

"Oh, nothing," he said, too casually. "Just that I might have... something for you."

My heart skipped a beat. "Something?"

"Yeah. Something small. Very fluffy."

I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth. "Travis, you didn't—"

But before I could finish, he reached behind the couch and brought out a small carrier. And inside, staring up at me with the biggest, roundest eyes I'd ever seen, was a tiny, golden-brown tabby kitten with the most adorable little pink nose.

"Oh my god," I breathed, crouching down to look inside the carrier, my heart practically bursting. "Travis, she's perfect!"

He grinned, looking pretty pleased with himself. "I thought you'd like her. Figured it was about time we added another to the mix, and I know you've been pretty obsessed lately."

I looked up at him, still half in shock, and threw my arms around him. "You're the best! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

The next few hours were a blur of excitement and introductions. Meredith, Olivia, and Benjamin took to the new kitten surprisingly well. Meredith gave her a few careful sniffs, Olivia did that skeptical side-eye she does with everyone at first, but eventually, they all seemed to accept her as part of the gang.

I spent the whole night just watching them play together, the new kitten trying to follow the older cats around, batting at their tails and pouncing on any toy in sight. Travis was lounging on the couch, smiling as he watched me totally lose myself in my new-mom glow. I'd pick up the little kitten, hold her close, and she'd curl up against me, purring like a tiny motor.

"You got a name picked out yet?" Travis asked, leaning back and looking pretty smug.

I thought about it, watching the kitten as she climbed up onto the couch and made herself at home on Travis's lap, like she already knew he was the one who'd brought her home.

"Juno," I said after a moment. "She just... looks like a Juno."

Travis grinned, giving her a gentle pet. "Juno it is, then. Welcome to the family, little one."

As the days went by, Juno settled into her new home so seamlessly, it was like she'd always been part of the family. She followed Benjamin around constantly, looking up to him as her unofficial big brother, and I'd catch them napping together, curled up in a little tabby-and-grey bundle on the couch.

Every time I came home, Juno would be waiting for me, sitting by the door and looking up at me with those big, trusting eyes. It was the best feeling, knowing Travis had done this for me, knowing he understood how much joy another cat could bring into my life.

One night, as I was lying in bed with Juno snuggled up beside me, Travis walked in and gave me a look. "So, did I do okay?"

I smiled up at him, reaching out to pull him closer. "You did way better than okay. You got me exactly what I needed. Thank you, babe."

He leaned down and kissed my forehead, grinning. "Anything to keep my crazy cat lady happy.

A/N YES I DID NAME TAYLOR'S FANTASY CAT AFTER A SABRINA CARPENTER SONG