<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/Travisyellow.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Travis Touchdown, The No More Hero</strong><br/><strong>Motel "NO MORE HEROES"</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Jeane The Cat</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Travis' eyes had begun to shut then. It'd been so long since he slept on his own bed, and damn did it feel great! Hell, the entire motel room felt so much bigger and better after being locked up for so long. Jeane remained on her owner's chest, just where he'd put her, however she seemed unusually restless. Even in her healthier days she had been prone to lazing about as most cats did, but now she simply paced in circles upon her master's chest, mewing as loudly as her little cat lungs would let her.<br/><br/>"What's up, girl?" Travis sleepily muttered, opening an eye to look towards his excited cat. She mewed as loud as she could once more, which was still rather quietly, and darted towards the corner of his bedroom for what Travis thought was no apparent reason. She stood up upon her hind legs and rested her paws against the walls, pawing at them gently, as though someone had begun messing around with a laser pointer. She was a smart cat...she'd been around when Kimmy installed her array of hidden cameras and, on some base, bestial level, she knew something was amiss in her master's domain.<br/><br/>Of course, Travis didn't catch onto any of that. He pushed himself up on his bed, supporting himself with one of his arms and letting the other rest on his thigh. "Jeane, the hell are you doing?" She hadn't let up pawing at the wall, and was even looking up towards the corner of the ceiling. All that rested there was a tiny, tiny hole, one Travis noticed but paid hardly any attention to. "You hungry?" He asked with a sigh, pushing himself out of bed with a grunt and wandering out into the living room. On his way out, he pressed a button atop the answering machine in his room.<br/><br/>"Message box full. You have Five Hundred and Ninty-Nine new messages. New message....'Hi, this is Diane from Beef Head Videos reminding you to...'" Despite having heard calls like this all the time before his incarceration and paying them no heed, he let the messages play all the way through and decided to truly listen for once. It was strange. He had a thought that hadn't occurred to him until now, and he stopped only briefly to dwell on it. "Huh..It's been years...I should probably bring those pornos back." He stood in thought, only to shrug as he moved to refill Jeane's water and food.<br/><br/>What then? Well, it wasn't the morning, and he hadn't just woken up, but he did what he'd usually do if he had. He striped down, showered up pretty quickly and brushed his teeth soon after, swallowing the mouthwash he gargled instead of spitting. Then, he took the time to drop a save and get dressed again. You know, the usual.<br/><br/>Jeane wandered into the bathroom as soon as Travis left it, mewing aloud once more as she pounced onto the sink, and then onto a shelf close to the far corner of the bathroom. On Kimmy's end, she would start to see a close up of a paw entering view. Jeane had begun padding at yet another small hole where yet another camera had been placed. She would notice, that is, if she wasn't fangasming over having seen Travis showering...