Communicate with furry animals without any barriers, and take the farm to the next level

Chapter 280 Cat Food Making

Although its staple food is fish, it also likes to eat some fresh meat occasionally.

Thick chunks of venison need to be cut into smaller pieces for easier cooking.

Although the brown-headed crow vulture was not around, the pink-feathered pelican was nearby, and it had been practicing wind blades recently, making some progress.

The wind blades it releases may look strange, but they're more than enough to help Josh cut through these thick chunks of meat, right?
The Pink Feather Pelican's power is heavy and solid. The skills it releases are not like light wind blades, but rather like two trembling cleavers being held by an invisible hand, chopping venison with trembling hands.

For a moment, both the people and the animals present fell silent.

On the one hand, I can't hurt the child's self-esteem, but on the other hand, I really can't hold back.

Seeing the pink-feathered pelican's serious yet amusing expression, the mother bear decisively kicked the two cubs out of the yard before they could burst out laughing.

However, despite the somewhat strange way they used their wind blades, the effect was truly remarkable.

Although it lacks the thinness, small size, and sharpness of traditional wind blades, thanks to the Pink Feather Pelican's domineering attribute energy, even if it were to chop, it would still shrink Josh's blade.

Soon, the pink-feathered pelican chopped several large, thick pieces of venison into smaller pieces. Just then, its attribute energy was about to run out, and it collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

Its plump bottom landed perfectly on Josh's feet, just in time to reach out and hug it.

"Coo coo~" The pink-feathered pelican turned its head to look at Josh, "Is this okay?"
"Great! This is exactly the kind of finely chopped meat I need." Josh thanked the hardworking little bird earnestly.

"Coo coo~" Hahaha.

The pink-feathered pelican flapped its wings and struggled to stand up again.

It wasn't unaware that its wind blades were different from those of the Brown-headed Crow Vulture, but so what?

Can all birds be the same? As long as Josh gets the result he needs, isn't that enough?

Josh took out a plate of dried persimmons to give the pink-feathered pelican some energy, as a small reward for it.

Having just regained some strength, the pink-feathered pelican opened its mouth wide and swallowed all the dried persimmons. But it didn't swallow them. Needless to say, Josh knew what it was going to do.

After it finished swallowing, it walked outside.

Sure enough, a short while later, the sounds of bears howling, sheep bleating, and birds cooing could be heard outside the hut.

Little Pink Ball deliberately went to show off in front of Little Star and Ring-Tailed Fire Bear, no wonder they ended up fighting.

As for the bleating lambs, they always get involved in whatever happens on the farm. They probably just happened to be passing by and got tempted, so they started making a fuss.

But don't say Josh is biased; she hasn't forgotten the little bears, after all, the big star is still right there.

She found a clean bag, filled it with a lot of dried persimmons, and hung it around Big Star's neck so that it could take it back and share it with the three bears.

However, seeing how hungry Big Star looked, Josh was a little worried.

She instructed, "Don't steal all the food, leave some for Little Star. Otherwise, it will always come to me complaining that you ate all the good food and didn't leave any for it." Hearing this, Big Star's round little eyes darted around, but it wouldn't look at Josh.

Josh pinched its half-circle ear and leaned closer to emphasize again, "Did you hear me? You're not allowed to eat it all by yourself."

Well, seeing Josh's serious expression, it could only nod helplessly.

This time it will definitely hold back, it definitely won't eat it all, at least leave half a persimmon for the little bear cub, not at least one, ouch, that hurts! Isn't that enough? This bear mom really has it tough. "Okay, then I'll trust you one more time." Josh patted Big Star's shoulder heavily, giving it a trusting look.

"Go back now, I need to get back to work. It must have been hard moving this stag over here, go back and rest." Josh prepared to continue making cat food.

Big Star nodded. Okay.

Then it ran out without looking back. Seeing it run away quickly without saying a word, Josh didn't think much of it and continued doing her thing.

Wait a minute, why is Big Star's footsteps getting faster and faster? Josh slapped his forehead. This naughty guy must want to run faster so he can go back and eat all the persimmons himself.

So she poked her head out and called out, "Little Star, Little Bear, the persimmons I left for you have all been given to Big Star. Go ask him for them yourselves."

Josh's voice wasn't quiet; not only the playful bear cubs heard it, but even Big Star, who was halfway there, heard it. Whew~ Naughty Josh! It quickly quickened its pace.

What! Giving all the persimmons to the mother bear? Isn't that a one-way trip? The bear cubs exchanged a glance and decisively abandoned the pink-feathered pelican that had been luring them on the roof. They knew perfectly well which way they could get more food.

"Snoring~" Mom, don't run away!
"Phew~" Don't run away!
Little Star tossed the Ring-Tailed Fire Bear onto himself and chased after it.

"Coo coo coo~" The pink-feathered pelican made a mocking sound.

Once the bears had run off, Josh stopped caring how many persimmons they could eat. She had already given them all the necessary reminders, and now it was up to the two little bears.

As Josh put all the prepared ingredients into the pot, she recalled that in her past life, the cat food she had ever seen was all in individual pellets. Looking at the mixed stew in the pot, she scratched her head.

The farm doesn't seem to have the necessary conditions, but wet grains should be passable.

There's so much cat food, it's impossible to cook it all in several pots.

Josh used several large pots, along with the help of several golden kiwis, to barely manage to cook all the ingredients.

I just don't know how long this amount of cat food will last for the eighteen Gurkha cats.

Josh calculated that his large pots could each cook more than 30 kilograms of cat food, so these pots would weigh no less than 100 kilograms. Since the Gorilla cats were not very big, if they ate 100g a day, it should be enough for them for less than a month.

But this is just an estimate for one meal a day; we'll only know the exact amount they'll eat after they've eaten it today.

"Meow~" A few meows came from beside my ear.

Looking back, I saw that Big Head had already returned carrying two Gurkha cats.

I just don't know how long they've been here. Josh was so focused on making cat food that he didn't notice his surroundings.

"Meow~" It smells so good~
Both kittens were getting restless; the overwhelming fragrance had already made them unable to move. Meow meow! I'm already completely mesmerized by the scent.

"Meow!" One of the Gurkha cats suddenly meowed sternly at the other.

Josh looked and saw that its glistening saliva was already forming long strands under its chin.

Suppressing a laugh, Josh tried to hug them, but they jumped down before he could even touch them.

Josh was taken aback, then felt a little embarrassed. He had forgotten that he had only met them yesterday, and he was already handling them today. He didn't want to scare the cats.

The two Gurkha cats' actions were subconscious; avoiding human touch is one of their methods of self-protection.

But seeing Josh's momentary hesitation, they immediately regretted it.