Novel Protein Cat Food Novels & Stories

He suspected the advanced alloy may have been meant for Lucky in the first place. "Do you feel the need to go to the litter box?" Strangely enough, even after a couple of hours the cat never visited the toilet or his backyard. Ves picked up his cat again and inspected his body closely. Lucky still looked and weighed the same. He started to doubt whether anything really changed. Did the cat just ate a bunch of priceless alloys because it tasted good? He fed Lucky his usual meal of minerals and let it go out and play. Ves still had work to do.

G****e it. Rolling his eyes, he slips a phone from his pocket. "If you don't even know what a cat drinks then you shouldn't have one." He grumbles as his fingers type the question in. It's my turn to roll my eyes. I am perfectly capable of taking care of a cat. Once I figure out what they drink. "Most cats are lactose intolerant. After they're weaned off their mother's milk most kittens lose the ability to digest milk sugar efficiently, so their primary source of hydration is water." Hunter recites out loud.

"Mm, don't mind me. You go ahead." Jack probably hadn't told her Jessie wanted to learn. The girl pulled out all kinds of frozen meat, including beef, chicken, deep-sea fish, animal organs, and even sterile eggs. She also prepared supplements, vitamins, and bones. Jessie stared in stunned silence. There were just too many things. With all the vitamins and ratios, she quickly realized she was in over her head. "This is so complicated," Jessie admitted. "That's raw feeding for you. If you don't feel up to it, just buy some good-quality commercial cat food," the girl explained.

Philip once tried to feed the cat, but it refused to eat anything, and he did not have time to study the animal's habits. He thought the cat would ignore the snake’s gallbladder as usual, but the cat promptly caught it in its mouth. “Oh? A little guy like you is quite picky with your food, huh?” They usually ate human food, so it was normal if the cat was not used to it. However, this python had turned into a monster beast with intelligence. It was valuable and extremely nutritious, so it was normal for the cat to like it.

My kind of roommate. I plop him onto the sofa, and he gives me a look that screams betrayal before curling into a dramatic loaf. Rolling my eyes, I head to the kitchen to clean his food bowl. Once it’s spotless, I fill it with the absurdly overpriced raw cat food I caved and bought, because obviously Trouble demands only the finest. It meant skipping dinner for me that night, but watching him eat like he’s dining at a five-star restaurant almost makes it worth it. Almost.

One female. The bigger one was Bubba. The smaller one, Missy. I raised them like my own kids. Nobody cared that I had strays. They cared about how much they ate. Bubba and Missy wouldn't touch fifty-dollar kibble. Not the hundred-dollar stuff either. Canned food? Fancy treats other cats went crazy for? Nope. Fresh meat only. Three-pound chickens—four, five a day. Then they'd get bored of chicken. Switch to pork. Then beef.

Fish, on the other hand, would start to stink if you didn't deal with it within a couple of days. Jeremy pulled out half a bag. "We've tried it. Honestly, it's not bad." Nicole didn't even consider it. She waved Cola over instead. Cola looked like he had opinions about it, but since it was coming straight from her hand, he ate it anyway. The packaging was solid, and it was probably loaded with preservatives, since the shelf life somehow stretched to three years. When Lydia heard about the dog food, her eyes lit up. If they traded for enough, her family could stretch it for a long time.

Kitty threw herself to the table, leaving the cozy corner she was curling in. In front of her was a plate of grilled shrimp on fired rice, with several small plates on the side filled with smashed potato, smoked salmon, nuggets, salad, sausage, a poached egg, and a HUGE plate of fruit cuts, AND of course, Erebus's face with a expectant smile on his face, like a dog play up to the new pet kitten in house. "Hmmm... I don't think I can finish... ANY of them..." Being a stray cat, Kitty usually doesn't really say no to free food, but even to her this was too much.

To fulfill my childhood dream of raising pets, I rescued two stray cats on a rainy night. One male, one female—Leo and Luna—and I raised them like my own children. People didn't think it was strange to adopt two strays. The problem was how insatiable they were. Five-dollars-a-pound cat food? Nope. Ten-dollars-a-pound? Still no. All the fancy canned food and treats that other kittens loved? Refused. They only ate fresh meat. Three pounds of chicken? They could go through four or five a day. Got tired of chicken? Bring on the pork. Or beef.

Phillian entered the kitchen to that exact scene: Caty’s cheeks were full as she eagerly ate his mother’s specialty— sweetened rice cake with purple yam topped with rich, golden caramel sauce. She had taken several hearty bites, showing no sign of stopping even though her mouth was already stuffed. Nelly, sitting beside her, was just the same, but that didn’t surprise him. He was used to seeing his housekeeper act like she might run out of food whenever she ate his mother’s specialty. But Caty? This was the first time he had seen her eat like this, with so much enjoyment.