Chapter 88 The President's Customized Weight Loss Food for the Fat Cat
The customer with the ID "My Cat Master is a CEO" is actually named Lin Xiaowei. She is a typical "cat owner" who is powerful and assertive in the office during the day, but will be subservient to her orange cat when she gets home from get off work in the evening.
Her "CEO," whose real name is Wang Panghu, is a robust orange cat who is four years old but weighs sixteen pounds.
At this moment, Mr. Wang was sprawled out in his special, extra-wide and extra-thick cat bed, his belly rising and falling with his breath, like a huge, over-fermented ball of fluffy dough. Facing the expensive can of staple food that Lin Xiaowei had just opened, he merely lazily lifted his eyelids and then buried his head back down.
"Fat Tiger! My ancestor! Just take a bite!" Lin Xiaowei cried, almost in tears, holding a spoon. "This is imported! Low-fat! It's expensive! The doctor said you'll get fatty liver if you don't lose weight!"
Fat Tiger flicked his tail and turned his rear end towards her, demonstrating with his actions his firm stance of "If I don't eat, don't even think about harming me."
Looking at Pang Hu's increasingly round back and his recent lack of interest in playing with the cat toy, Lin Xiaowei was so worried that she almost pulled her hair out.
She was clinging to a last glimmer of hope when she opened the Meow Meow Farm shop and sent that customized private message that seemed to be saying, "Save my dog's life!"
To her surprise, the shop owner responded quickly and was very professional and meticulous.
They not only inquired about Fat Tiger's age, weight, sterilization status, and past medical history, but also requested his recent physical examination report, emphasizing that his liver and kidney function and blood lipid levels must be checked. They even went into details about Fat Tiger's food texture preferences, such as whether he liked mousse or meat chunks, and which ingredients he had obvious aversions to.
"This shop owner seems really knowledgeable," Lin Xiaowei thought, a hint of anticipation rising in her heart as she organized the materials as required.
She described Fat Tiger as a "picky CEO whose health is so poor because his career is actually just eating and sleeping that he needs meticulous management," and then sent him the information.
At the farm, Shi Wan quickly received the file of General Manager Wang sent by Lin Xiaowei.
Looking at the medical examination report's conclusions of "overweight," "mild dyslipidemia," and "recommendation to control weight and supplement with high-quality protein," as well as Lin Xiaowei's description of her preference for poultry over fish, her extreme aversion to certain synthetic palatability enhancers, and her liking for meat that has a certain chewiness but is not dry, she felt a little bit of a challenge.
This is not just a business transaction, but also a matter of trust, and it concerns the health and happiness of a cat.
“Xinglin,” she said to the air, knowing he was listening, “let’s help this successful and domineering CEO.”
“Data received,” Xinglin’s voice rang out steadily. “Based on the physical examination report and dietary preferences, the preliminary direction is determined to be ultra-low fat (target fat content less than 10%), high protein (target greater than 45%), and low carbohydrates. It is recommended to use skinless chicken breast and rabbit meat as the main ingredients, add an appropriate amount of green mussel powder to supplement joint nutrients, and a small amount of pumpkin fiber to promote intestinal peristalsis and increase satiety.”
"We also need to consider palatability," Shi Wan added, swiping her finger across the screen of the recipe simulator. "Pang Hu hates synthetic palatability enhancers, so we need to use the natural flavors of the ingredients themselves to attract him. Maybe we could try grinding a small amount of freeze-dried liver into powder as a natural seasoning, or adding a little bit of our own additive-free cat grass powder, which can aid digestion and also add layers of flavor."
“I think it’s highly feasible,” Xinglin affirmed. “However, the proportion of freeze-dried liver powder needs to be strictly controlled to avoid excessive vitamin A. For cat grass powder, I recommend wheatgrass, as its fresh scent is widely accepted. We can design three basic formulas for small-batch trial production first.”
Let's get right to it.
As usual, Shi Wan placed the computer document next to the recipe simulator. Based on the results of the discussion, she tried them one by one and finally obtained three recipes with good proportions.
She took the freshly made recipe and immediately went into the fresh food kitchen to try to produce it.
She carefully processed the chicken breast and rabbit meat that Xinglin had calculated in precise proportions into a fine mince, and then mixed it with extremely finely ground mussel powder and pumpkin powder.
In the first recipe, she added a small amount of freeze-dried chicken liver powder; in the second recipe, she highlighted the freshness of cat grass powder; and in the third recipe, she tried adding a small amount of cat-safe blueberry powder with a natural sweetness.
The small kitchen was filled with the aroma of roasted meat.
Shi Wan stood guard by the oven, like a student waiting for exam results, both expectant and nervous.
After the three different formulas of low-temperature baked cat food, shaped like adorable paw prints, were baked, she first observed their color and firmness herself, and then carefully divided each one into several portions.
She needs to label each sample with the ingredients, proportions, efficacy, date, etc., seal it properly, and store it in the exhibition warehouse.
Each item is packaged and sent out, and quality inspection is arranged as quickly as possible.
Another portion was used for internal tasting, mainly for Bingbing, who also struggles with weight control.
And a few other furry friends who aren't fat but are robust and show signs of gaining weight.
The furry kids were initially wary, sniffing the food cautiously before carefully picking up a few pieces to taste. Finding that it wasn't too difficult to accept, they then happily began to devour it.
Of the dozen or so cats, only two or three didn't eat much; they ate very little because they didn't like the taste of rabbit.
The palatability is acceptable.
Every day after that, she would take this form and follow these furry kids around to check their poop conditions. The kittens would drop their tails and run away as fast as they could when they saw her.
Fortunately, everything went smoothly, and the quality inspection reports for these cat food products were quickly sent back.
Since the farm won the award and became famous, and the business has grown bigger and bigger, the quality inspection process for Shi Wan's shipments has become much faster. She knows that this is because her performance is valued.
She packed the newly produced cat food according to the formula, attached a detailed ingredient list, quality inspection report and feeding advice, and sent it to Lin Xiaowei as quickly as possible.
What followed was an anxious wait.
Shi Wan checks the logistics information almost every day, silently praying that the picky and domineering CEO will do her the honor.
A few days later, Lin Xiaowei's feedback came in, consisting of several excited voice messages.
"Shopkeeper! You're a miracle shopkeeper! You're our savior!!"
"As soon as I received the sample, I gave it to Fat Tiger to try, and guess what? He actually! Came over! Smell it! And then started eating! He ate it!!"
"It loves Formula 2 the most! The one with cat grass powder! It ate almost half a bowl yesterday! This morning it even came to me for food! It's much more energetic now! It's wandering all over the house!"
"The official version! Please, immediately! Get the official version for our Fat Tiger! The biggest one!!"
Hearing Lin Xiaowei's almost tearful voice in the voice message, and the strong meow of a cat in the background, Shi Wan's heart finally settled down, and a relieved and extremely gratified smile appeared on her face.
It was a success!
Her recipe really helped that big orange cat she'd never met before.
"Xinglin, we succeeded again!" she happily shared her joy.
“The feedback from all aspects is very good,” Xing Lin’s voice also carried a hint of relief. “Formula No. 2 meets the expectations in all aspects and can be officially put into production as the President’s Lightweight Edition.”
Soon, a batch of "President's Lightweight" cat food, specially customized for President Wang Panghu and other obese cats in need of weight management, successfully rolled off the production line in Zone 1. The packaging also featured a cute, cartoonish orange cat logo wearing a bow tie.
After Lin Xiaowei excitedly shared this news on social media, it attracted many inquiries from customers with overweight pets at home, and the customized food business has steadily opened up the market.
Just as the production of the President's Lightweight Edition was progressing steadily, good news also came from the pet hospital.
With the doctors' meticulous treatment, the nutritional supplements that Shi Wan frequently brought, and the oral liquid for quick healing of cat wounds that she secretly added to the cat's drinking water, the kitten that Shi Wan named Orange Baby gradually stabilized.
Its external injuries have mostly healed, and its malnutrition has improved. Although it still has no feeling in its hind legs, its spirits have improved significantly. It no longer cries out all day long, but has become somewhat clingy.
Every time Shi Wan went to see it, it would try its best to prop itself up on its front paws, meow softly in her direction, and rub its little head against her hand. Its big amber eyes were filled with dependence and rekindled vitality.
Many days later, on a sunny afternoon, Shi Wan arrived at the veterinary hospital again, carrying a soft pet carrier.
Today is the day Orange Baby is discharged from the hospital.
After settling the final payment, Shi Wan carefully put Ju Bao into her handbag.
The little guy seemed to know it was time to leave this place, and shifted restlessly in the bag, making soft chirping noises.
"Don't be afraid, Juju, we're going home now," Shi Wan said softly, carrying her bag as she walked briskly towards the parking lot.
Back at the farm, Shi Wan didn't take Ju Bao directly to the cat villa, but instead brought him back to her own main house.
It's quieter here, and it's more convenient for her to take care of him at any time.
She had already set up a spacious cat bed with thick, soft cushions in the sunniest corner of the living room, with a food and water bowl of suitable height next to it, as well as a set of light blue cat walking aids.
Hearing the noise, Tangyuan, who had been keeping watch over the birds outside from the windowsill with its claws tucked in, immediately jumped down lightly.
He walked over with elegant steps, curiously circled the bag, sniffed it, and then looked up at Shi Wan, his heterochromatic eyes filled with confusion, "What kind of new kind of two-legged beast offering is this?"
Shi Wan squatted down, opened her bag, and took out the still somewhat timid Ju Bao, placing her on the soft cushion.
She said to Tangyuan solemnly, "Tangyuan, this is Jubao. It is badly injured and will be living with us from now on. As its older brother, you must take good care of it and not bully it, understand?"
Tangyuan tilted its head, staring at the tiny creature on the mat that was several sizes smaller than itself and had strange things on its hind legs. It then leaned closer and sniffed it carefully.
Orange Baby shrank back in fear and let out a soft "Meow..."
Tangyuan did not show any rejection or hostility.
He simply extended his paw, adorned with pink paw pads, and gently touched Orange Baby's little head as if greeting it, then meowed softly in a rare gentle tone.
He even lay down next to Orange Treasure's cat bed, tucked his paws in, and adopted a guarding posture.
Ju Bao seemed to sense Tang Yuan's kindness, and its tense little body slowly relaxed. It cautiously looked at Tang Yuan, and then tried to use its front paws to drag its immobile hindquarters, slowly moving to the food bowl and beginning to eat the easily digestible meat paste that Shi Wan had prepared.
Sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the two cats, one large and one small, one white and one orange, in a warm and tranquil atmosphere.
Watching Tangyuan stand by her side like a reliable older brother, and seeing Ju Bao trying hard to adapt to her new life, Shi Wan's heart was filled with a great sense of satisfaction and warmth.
She knew that Juju's road to recovery was still long, requiring her to learn how to use a walking aid and to receive ongoing rehabilitation and care.
But at least it survived, it had a home to shelter it from the wind and rain, and a seemingly unreliable but surprisingly dependable older cat.
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