Novel Protein Cat Food Novels & Stories

Minerva took one sip and she almost puked if she didn’t cover her mouth with her hand. “I’m sorry Darwin but I don’t like this milk,” she uttered while wiping her mouth with kitchen tissue. She spotted a strawberry milk drink and seized it. “This is more I like it.” She left half of the bottle of strawberry milk for her lunch and then put it in the fridge. As for the wheat milk…she just poured a glass and fed it to Cleo, Darwin’s Siamese cat who was playing a yarn at the couch. The cat drank it cheerfully. She truly doesn’t like wheat milk to be honest.

" What's so special about Cat meat?" One of the chefs brought a long stool for me to sit on. " It one of the pack's favourite." " Even the alpha? " I asked, hoping she will say no. But, unfortunately, she said the opposite. " Yes. And do you know what, he doesn't joke with his meal when this meat is involved. " " Oh, " I sighed disgusted. " Well, that's cool. Apart from the... Cat meat, is there any other meal he prefers? "

At first, I thought the food at The Eden would be mostly vegetarian, so my surprise was enormous when on my first day at the clinic, the delivery man had given me several containers with different foods such as salad, macaroni and cheese, corn, and fried chicken. Kristy and George had explained to me that although the shelter offered its employees a mostly vegetarian menu, animal protein was consumed at least once or twice a week, products that were provided by local farms in Red Falls. So, I’d gladly eaten the fried chicken, though I drew a line when I saw the pork chop. I felt it wouldn’t be right with Lily. “Hey!” Silvia greeted us once she saw us in the kitchen. “I hope you are hungry, t

Shaking my head, I took Precious with me and entered the kitchen where I saw Suzi making sandwiches for Imran most probably. “Are you bringing that cat inside the kitchen? Suzi asked as her eyes widened seeing Precious in my hands. I had the urge to roll my eyes at her as Imran was busy devouring his food. “I got him vaccinated today. He is all pure that you can eat with him in the same bowl.” I said while sitting on the kitchen counter while I asked her to bring him some milk and Imran to bring all the cat food he might needed. “We don’t have a small feeder or something?” I asked as he was small and weak so he couldn’t drink it from the bowl.

"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.

To be honest, the texture of the yarn ball was actually pretty good. It rolled silently across the floor. When Ian ate, I sat across from him and enjoyed my own custom-made cat meals that were prepared by a five-star hotel chef. There were steamed cod, boiled prawns, and occasionally even a small portion of premium wagyu. My dining standards were higher than his. As for the three core rules, he enforced them with absolute thoroughness. My ears could never be retracted. I would have my wound inspected once in the morning and again at night each day. At random intervals, he would also suddenly pause whatever he was doing and look at me. It was a signal.

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.