Logan Bennett took a look. The cat food produced by Little Parker's family was being bought by many cat owners on campus. The price was fairly cheap, convenient, and most importantly, it could pass quality inspections. Originally, Little Parker had planned to promote this cat food long ago, but the outbreak of “SARS” ruined the plan. Now, after finally recovering, he was preparing to restart the project. However, opening a pet center and renting a storefront had left Little Parker short on cash, making him even more eager to use this cat food to make some money.

Although pet food commercials are rarely seen on TV in mainland China, Logan Bennett only realized after coming here that there was indeed a demand for pet food, and plenty of potential customers. With economic development, the pace of city life was getting faster and faster. People barely had time to take care of themselves, so even if they wanted to keep a cat, they had to figure out how to keep it alive.

Logan Bennett considered himself to have no business sense—never had, and still didn’t—but he believed that if this was done well, it could indeed be profitable.

Logan Bennett didn’t eat cat food; he ate the same food as the Jiao family. Ever since turning into a cat, what Logan Bennett was most grateful for was his strong stomach. Besides, shooting a commercial didn’t necessarily mean he had to eat cat food.

To be honest, filming a simple commercial was really nothing to Logan Bennett. After all, it was just a pet food ad, and according to the document, the initial distribution would only be online. If the online response was good, there would definitely be follow-ups.

This first commercial would definitely be simple, just to test the waters. Logan Bennett knew exactly why Little Parker had come to him. Funds were tight, so every bit saved counted. When foreign productions filmed “Cats & Dogs,” they used up tons of food. Although Little Parker’s test commercial was nowhere near that scale, it would still use up some supplies. Of course, that was the case with other cats; with Logan Bennett, it was a completely different story.

As Logan Bennett pondered the pros and cons of the document, Mr. Carter spoke up: “You don’t have to decide right away. I told Little Parker you’d reply within three days.”

Hearing he had three days to think it over, Logan Bennett relaxed. Given his current situation, he really did need to consider it carefully.

Just as he put down the document, Logan Bennett heard someone knocking—not on the room door, but the main entrance outside.

Mr. Carter got up to open the door. Logan Bennett didn’t go over immediately, but perked up his ears to listen to what was happening in the living room.

Judging by the voice, it was the guy who lived across the hall—a homebody whose parents were both teachers at the school. That guy pretty much holed up at home all day, usually wearing T-shirts with StarCraft, Spider-Man, Star Wars, or… SpongeBob patterns. He did laundry once a week, even in the height of summer. Who knew if his clothes would start growing mushrooms after piling up for a week in the summer.

From the sound of it, the guy seemed a bit embarrassed. Logan Bennett jumped down from the desk, walked to the bedroom door, and peeked out. The guy was holding a lunchbox in one hand and scratching his head with the other.

“Carter, I’d like to borrow your cat. The mice at my place are practically becoming spirits. I bought mousetraps but haven’t caught a single one. It’s been driving me crazy these past few days. So, um, whenever it’s convenient, could I, uh, borrow your cat?”

Logan Bennett looked down on him. He clearly remembered that just last month, this guy had bragged to Ryan Carter that he didn’t have a single mouse at home. The very next day, Logan Bennett heard wailing from across the hall because the network cable had been chewed through. He’d tried everything—sticky traps, mousetraps—except for poison. Logan Bennett wondered if the mice at the university were just unusually smart.

But then Logan Bennett realized that since turning into a cat, he’d never actually caught a mouse. There had never been any at the Jiao family’s place. He wasn’t sure if that was because of him, but as for catching mice now, he really had no idea where to start. It wasn’t that he was afraid—he’d caught mice in middle school to scare the girls in his class—but after all, being a cat and being a human were two different things.

Logan Bennett looked down at his own cat paws, feeling quite troubled.

Meanwhile, Mr. Carter had finished talking to the guy, closed the door, and walked back to the room, beckoning to Logan Bennett. “Do you know how to catch mice?”

Logan Bennett was silent and didn’t move.

After a while, Logan Bennett heard Mr. Carter say, “Come on, let’s go give it a try.”

Give it a try? Try where? How? Logan Bennett was puzzled.

Mr. Carter grabbed his keys, picked up a bag, said something to Ryan Carter, and called Logan Bennett to go out with him.

Logan Bennett rode with Mr. Carter on his little electric scooter out of the East Staff Housing compound. Seeing the familiar route, Logan Bennett more or less guessed where they were headed, but as for how exactly they were going to “try,” he had no idea. He was stronger than the average cat, and Logan Bennett felt he could get even stronger—maybe in a year or so, he’d be as strong as an average adult human.

But being strong didn’t mean he could catch mice. Since he’d never really liked cats, Logan Bennett had no idea how a normal cat caught mice and had never paid attention to it.

While he was thinking, the little scooter had already arrived at their destination—the School of Life Sciences at Chuhua University.

As an associate professor at the School of Life Sciences at Chuhua University, Mr. Carter spent most of his days here, except when he went home for meals.

After parking the scooter, Mr. Carter shook the bag in his hand. Logan Bennett curled his lip and jumped in. After all, a cat couldn’t just wander around the Life Sciences building. It wouldn’t be good to be seen.