Novel Protein Cat Food Novels & Stories

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.

“Let her eat. The pup needs to be fed correctly. You will need to eat lots of red meat to keep your strength up.” “Okay,” I start eating because it smell amazing and I am starving. “Have you been ill in the mornings?” Crystal asks. “No, just hungry all the time,” I tell her, taking another huge bite. “I told Tina about your condition, she will make sure there are protein bars and fresh meats around. Less chicken and pork, more beef, reindeer, and salmon,” Crystal tells me clearly. “So you are taking over my life?” I ask, confused. Who is the bitch talking to?

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.

She lifted her mild glass and took a small sip, holding her breath so that she wouldn't find the smell. David laughed at his heart; kate has low BP, the doctor strictly gives the advice to give her green foods, beans, eggs and liver, milk, soy milk soup and cheese, and salty food, other was easy to feed, but milk and egg were like a bomb which kate never going to accept, that’s why David had to force her. After a while, Nina and Rose joined them. Seeing them, Kate looked at them curiously. “I thought you two had already left for the office,” she asked them while chewing her food, which became tasteless after drinking her milk.

I glanced away and served sunny-side up eggs with bacon and a glass of orange juice. “It’s nine in the morning.” I placed the plates on the island and asked, “Do you want coffee?” “Do you have decaf?” she asked mid-yawn. “Did I sleep here all night?” She stretched her limbs while I tried not to stare at her hard nipples that were poking through the tee. “No, I don’t have decaf, and yes you did,” I answered, checking the cat’s bowl. He had devoured the wet food I had given him early in the morning, and now he was trotting around the house like he owned it.

She turns to Loretta and says, "You said she's still a kitten, right?" "Yes, I did say that." Loretta responds, looking a lot confused. "Have you tried giving her raw fish?" "Um, not really. I'm not sure about that yet." I do give her cat food, though, the one for kittens. I think there's raw fish in the ingredients. " "All cats eat raw fish. Loretta, it's not harmful. But since she hasn't exactly eaten just raw fish, then this will definitely work." She gets raw fish from the freezer, puts it in a flowery bow, and drops it right in between the kitchen and the living room. She fanned it a bit with her hand, so it could spread around the house. Two seconds later, Fay trots out.

I will attempt to wrap up my jobs quickly, so I can come and have you wrapped around me. ‘I can’t wait.’ I purr, feeling my stomach knot. I return to work, feeling a little more alive after our little exchange, and begin humming a song. I made sure we were giving the food that was high in protein and fibre to the army. Dried food was excellent for the journey and even with the heat, it would not go off. “May I help?” I turn to see none other than Leinaar standing there and there’s something different about her.

She must’ve been out there a while. “I don’t have cat food,” I said, mostly to myself, “but I think I’ve got something you might like.” In the kitchen, I dug through my cabinets and found a can of tuna and some milk. It wasn’t ideal, but it would do for now. I poured the milk into a shallow dish and placed the tuna next to it. She dove in like she hadn’t eaten in days. I just watched her for a moment. Sitting there on the tile floor, completely focused on her food, like nothing else in the world mattered.

He had piled it high with cat treats and premium kibble, and he had laid two fresh fish across the top. A short distance away, Buttercup had returned to its normal size. It tore into the food without pause. No cat could resist treat sticks. They were legendary bait, especially for strays. Cyrus smiled. "Buttercup, I've been feeding you for a week now. You've eaten a lot of my food. That makes you my cat. Come home with me, yeah?" "Mrrrow…" Buttercup glanced up, narrowed its eyes, then lowered its head and continued eating.