The first time Chu Tingwu visited the Jin City Police Dog Training Base, she didn't bring Three-Five-Five along.
As soon as she got on the bus, she was greeted by the various scents of dogs. Once she stepped off the bus and stood at the entrance, these scents became even more intense. Every part of the building seemed to carry these smells, both old and new, giving Chu Tingwu the feeling of being surrounded by dogs.
Of course, the Labrador Retriever on the bus was also a significant source of these scents.
The Labrador sat very properly throughout the journey, but Chu Tingwu noticed that it would occasionally sneak a glance at her.
Each time the Labrador turned its head, Chu Tingwu would directly meet its gaze with her own eyes, which were large and bright, like black pearls.
The human and the dog stared at each other, the dog with its mouth open and tongue lolling, unembarrassed as it turned back.
Then it would sneak another glance, and Chu Tingwu would again catch its gaze—another stare-off. After repeating this several times, the police dog let out a soft "woof" and rested its head on the seat.
The handler: "?"
Why does Tutu suddenly look so downcast?
The Jin City Police Dog Training Base was located in the outskirts of the city. As they passed by the training field, Chu Tingwu saw many police dogs in training. Noticing her interest, the handler said, "These are the youngsters who haven't graduated yet. Shall we stop and watch for a bit? There's no rush."
The dogs in training were no longer puppies but not fully grown either. Chu Tingwu was indeed curious. As she looked up, Tutu stealthily turned its head, and Chu Tingwu looked down, resulting in another stare-off between the human and the dog.
Tutu: "..."
Finally noticing this, the handler: "?"
He chuckled, "You have a strong scent of cats on you, don't you? Tutu is quite curious about you. He has already graduated but won't start his official duties until December with the rest of his batch."
Chu Tingwu: "Can I pet him?"
The handler instructed Tutu to sit: "You can do it like this, squat down, and don't pet him too hard like a pet dog. Just gently pat his head and back."
The handler explained to Chu Tingwu, "Police dogs that graduate are very intelligent. They recognize themselves as equals to humans, our partners in work. So if you treat them like ordinary pets, they might doubt their training and feel sad."
Chu Tingwu patted Tutu's back, and the Labrador tilted its head to nuzzle her collar, then sat up straight again, as if confirming through its gaze that Chu Tingwu was a friendly companion.
...Of course, it's also possible that the dog smelled that she was a "kitten," which is why it couldn't help but want to get closer and sniff her again.
Tutu: "Woof!"
The handler: "Oh, he likes you a lot!"
Tutu: "?"
No, he just confirmed that this really is a kitten.
Chu Tingwu followed the handler to the training grounds allocated for police cats. It was said that this area was originally expanded for police dogs, but after the expansion, the total number of dogs in training remained the same, so only half was allocated for additional dog training facilities. The other half, now vacant, was assigned to the cats.
The handler: "Puppies are bred within the base, but this is our first attempt with police cats... So..."
He let Tutu stay at the entrance and then pushed the door open.
Chu Tingwu heard the sound of cats meowing, a variety of meows, and it seemed there were not only kittens.
Upon entering, she saw that indeed, there were many—
In the field, many owners were holding their cats, waiting. The smallest of these cats were about four or five months old, and there were few purebreds. The cats seemed to be in good spirits, with no obvious signs of obesity.
However, with so many cats gathered together, all of them domesticated, the atmosphere was a bit tense. Some cats were relatively quiet but looked uneasy, needing constant reassurance from their owners, while others had already started squabbling loudly.
Chu Tingwu: Good thing I didn't bring Three-Five-Five.
That might have escalated into a brawl.
The handler explained softly, "We haven't done any cat breeding, so we internally notified our colleagues or friends and family to provide cat sources. Although kittens have a higher chance of being trained from a young age—this is starting from scratch, so adult cats can also be considered?"
Despite the restrictions on owners and initial screening based on provided data, there were still about seventy to eighty cats on the field. There are indeed many people who keep cats.
When they learned that their cats had a chance to become police cats, the owners were more excited than the cats themselves.
There were other handlers maintaining order, and the owners were generally well-behaved, chatting quietly or using their phones. But the cats were less obedient.
The handler entered, first nodding to his colleagues, then cleared his throat: "Let me introduce—"
"Meow-ow—"
"Meow! Meow-meow-meow! Awoo!"
"Mew!!"
The handler: "=_="
Normal, puppies also act like this when they first arrive. He ignored all the noise and finished introducing Chu Tingwu. The cat owners looked at her with either curiosity or excitement. Chu Tingwu, meanwhile, kept her head slightly lowered, observing the cats.
The handler turned again: "You arrange the selection process. Tell us how to do it, and we'll follow your lead. Should we look at them one by one, or all at once?"
Chu Tingwu: "It depends on what kind of cats you need."
She added: "The most needed."
The handler hesitated for three seconds before decisively saying, "Intelligent, obedient."
Not smart enough to follow commands, not obedient enough to be worth training, but other factors like weight, jumping ability, and sensory qualities can be filtered after the first two criteria are met.
Selecting police dogs is also like this; too smart dogs might have their own ideas and sometimes take matters into their own paws, which is not acceptable.
But how do you pick out these two qualities?
The owners, some holding more than one cat, all looked at Chu Tingwu. Some had seen her videos, but most had not. Why would a young girl be in charge of this task? Was her family a long line of cat breeders?
They saw Chu Tingwu squat down on the spot, look around, and suddenly let out a soft, kitten-like meow.
This meow, though not loud, was sharp. Most of the noisy cats turned their heads in confusion or tilted their heads to look at her.
The girl looked around, seemingly confirming that she had the attention of all the cats, then changed her tone. Before, it was the meow of a kitten, but now it sounded like that of an adult cat. She spread her hands, showing the cats her empty palms, then clenched her fists:
"Meow~"
Some cats still tilted their heads, puzzled by what the human was saying, while others took a few steps forward, as if wanting to get closer to her. But out of the seventy or so cats, about seven or eight took more steps forward, their eyes shining with anticipation, and they let out soft, cooing meows.
The handler looked at Chu Tingwu in surprise: he believed she must have said something, and different cats reacted differently.
Chu Tingwu: "These cats that want to break free from their leashes... don't meet the requirements."
The owners: "Huh?!"
Chu Tingwu opened her fist, and the struggling cats stood on their hind legs, then fell back, letting out surprised "meows."
Everyone seemed to understand a bit.
Chu Tingwu: "I first made the sound of a kitten calling its mother, attracting the attention of all the cats. Then I showed them my hand, indicating there was nothing inside—then I closed my hand, telling them there was something tasty inside."
This simple cat language communication, most cats could understand. In reality, they could tell with their noses or eyes that it was just a fist—
But those few cats either were too eager for food to care about anything else, or they were genuinely a bit slow, believing whatever others (cats) said.
If they were kittens, they might still be trainable, but as adult cats, it's better to be stricter in the selection.
Suddenly, one-tenth of the group was gone, and the owners understood the reasons for the selection, so they didn't make a fuss, but they didn't want to leave just like that.
"We're just curious about how the police cats are selected. Can we stay and watch a bit longer?"
"Exactly, exactly! Let my cat also receive some education!"
The trainer: "Can you really learn in just one day?"
He was quite speechless, but since there were many familiar faces and the requests weren't too unreasonable, he allowed the eliminated ones to first take their cats home, and they could come back if they wanted. He told Chu Tingwu to go rest, while they distributed number tags to the cats that made it to the second round.
Another trainer whispered to Chu Tingwu, "You can also think about the interview process. The leaders asked us to film it so we can use it as a reference for future selections."
Currently, they were selecting from a small number of cats. If the training of the police cats proved successful, they might expand the selection range.
This trainer fetched some snacks from the office for her, but before Chu Tingwu could eat, she suddenly took back two of them, giving an awkward smile: "I got the wrong ones, these are dog biscuits."
Chu Tingwu: "…Are they good?"
Trainer: "They smell nice, just a bit hard."
Outside the door, Tutu sneezed: "Woof?"
The two of them silently chewed on the dog biscuits and waited for a while. The previous trainer came back and said, "Alright, we've numbered forty-six… forty-six cats."
"Didn't we have nearly seventy left?"
"If they are finally confirmed to stay, they will be treated similarly to the newly appointed police dogs, continuing to receive training at the base. But some owners thought about it and still couldn't bear to part with their cats, so they left with them."
Even if the training didn't pass, unneutered cats might still be taken by the base for breeding.
It's understandable to be reluctant, as many people might have just wanted to join in the fun initially. Most of the owners who left with their cats were military families. They didn't love their cats any less; they just hoped their cats could really contribute to the country.
Of course, the final pass rate would definitely be very low.
With forty-six cats, the venue wasn't as noisy anymore when they went out.
Chu Tingwu: "The cats ultimately need to understand human language commands. Why don't we have the owners demonstrate first? I'll then talk to these cats."
Many cats can understand their own names and simple commands like "shake hands" or "get off the bed." If a cat has been trained but completely doesn't understand or ignores its owner, then such a cat probably doesn't meet the requirement of being "obedient" and has its own ideas.
The cat owners volunteered, and they were divided into "trained" and "untrained" groups. Someone raised their hand: "When I scold my cat, it hides by itself. Does that count as understanding human language?"
Chu Tingwu: "…No."
That should be considered timid.
The trainers took photos of the forty-six cats after ranking them and imported them into a pad, creating a table that was also synchronized to another main control screen. Chu Tingwu held the pad with one hand, looking quite professional, which made the owners a bit nervous.
The first to come up was an orange cat. The owner made it shake hands, spin around, and stand up—but each step seemed to require the owner's hand to guide it. The orange cat's gaze was always fixed on the owner's palm. Chu Tingwu asked, "Do you reward it with snacks when it completes a task?"
The owner was a bit embarrassed: "Well, since it already knows how to shake hands, of course, it deserves a reward."
Chu Tingwu didn't say much, just signaled the owner to untie the leash.
Without the leash, the cat stayed by the owner's side. Chu Tingwu crouched down and meowed, calling the cat over.
The owner whispered softly, "Go on, Dabo."
The orange cat hesitated for a moment on the spot before approaching Chu Tingwu. It could understand what Chu Tingwu was saying, but the unfamiliar environment made it a bit scared, so it didn't dare to leave its owner's side.
After placing its paw on Chu Tingwu's shoe, the orange cat got closer to this big, safe, and not-so-fierce youngster, making small "purr" sounds.
Chu Tingwu: "Shake hands."
Orange cat: "?"
She took a step back, placing her palm flat at her waist, and meowed twice, signaling the orange cat to stand up and touch her palm with its head.
The orange cat looked up at her palm for a while, then turned to look at its owner.
Owner: "Oh!"
Chu Tingwu placed the snack in her palm and repeated her command, but the orange cat still stayed by her feet.
Chu Tingwu shook her head: "It really doesn't want to leave you, and its initiative to complete commands isn't strong."
For the orange cat, these "commands" were probably just snack games with its owner. But without its owner by its side, it didn't dare to eat.
—Police dogs also can't eat food from strangers, but "can't" and "don't dare" are different.
Chu Tingwu walked around, filtering out cats like the orange one that had no initiative and were overly affectionate, as well as those that were too timid or ran away when the leash was removed—she even helped catch one that jumped three feet high—leaving only seventeen cats in the venue.
However, not all the eliminated cats and their owners were disappointed. The owner of a calico cat even boasted to others after leaving: "Teacher Chu said my cat is very affectionate towards me, so it can't follow other people's commands… Oh, it's really a pity. I really wanted it to eat public food, it's such a pity, haha—"
He was laughing so hard his teeth were showing!
The trainers renumbered the seventeen cats and also sized up the future potential colleagues.
Chu Tingwu overheard a trainer whispering to a colleague:
"Looking at it this way, these cats do seem quite spirited, their eyes are lively."
Yes, after this round of seventy to seventeen selection, the remaining cats seemed to have something in common:
Their leashes weren't tightly pulled, but they also didn't stray too far from their owners.
Some of them would also quarrel and puff up their fur, but compared to being nervous, it seemed more like an instinctive reaction to the intrusion of unfamiliar peers into their territory, so they puffed up quite fiercely.
Their gazes were all lively, and even when lying down, they seemed to be observing other strangers, following the passing trainers with their eyes, rather than just spacing out or only seeking their owners' affection.
Among the seventeen cats, four were pedigree cats: an American Shorthair brown tabby, a British Shorthair silver shaded, a Siamese that looked like a coal miner, and an orange Maine Coon.
With fewer cats and people, Chu Tingwu approached them one by one, meowing softly.
Almost all the cats didn't reject her approach, as the scent of a youngster was non-threatening. Two cats even licked Chu Tingwu's hand, asking her, "Where's your mom? Why are you alone?"
After Chu Tingwu explained, they weren't too concerned, as cats are quite independent creatures.
After chatting with each one, she would take the owner's leash but not lead the cat away, just standing there—
The cat that was originally lying down would suddenly stand up, looking at Chu Tingwu's leash and then at the owner. Some would get angry, some would become irritable, and some would swish their tails, deep in thought.
Chu Tingwu: "I told them that they might be left here, and you would visit from time to time."
An owner said, "Of course, we would definitely come to visit."
It's not abandonment, just sending the cat to take an exam for a public job.
Chu Tingwu stroked the nearby calico: "Some cats understand it, thinking it's like being temporarily fostered in a pet shop, having to live with other cats for a while. But some cats are very angry. For example, your cat said it hated being fostered at your neighbor's house last time because it hated the neighbor's dog and was always arguing with it, so it hates being fostered—next time you foster it, it will pee on your bed."
Owner of the calico cat: "…"
Owner: "That was my uncle's house. I only asked him to foster it because there were no cats or dogs there. How could there be a dog next door!"
This temperamental cat!
The owner knew that his cat was probably out of the running, so he picked up the cat and was about to leave, but before he did, he couldn't help but say, "Um, Teacher Chu, could I have your contact information? I feel like you're way more reliable than any pet communicator I've met before! The ones I've hired before would judge the cat's personality from photos over the phone, and three different people gave me three different opinions, all saying that my cat is neurotic. But come on, do I really need them to tell me that? I've been raising a cow cat, I know!"
Other owners of cow cats couldn't help but glance over.
In the silent exchange of glances, the Cow Cat Victims' Alliance was formed.
Chu Tingwu sighed, "Not all cats are like that... it depends on their individual personalities."
But such a cat that hates changing environments so much is not suitable for training as a police cat—police cats and dogs need to frequently go out to complex environments, using their sense of smell to provide information for the police, and encountering animals is a common occurrence.
Chu Tingwu added many people as friends, and then eliminated five cats that simply refused to live with other cats, leaving twelve cats in total, and surprisingly, all four breed cats remained.
The twelve cats were given a third round of numbers, and the trainers persuaded the other onlooking owners to leave.
The twelve cats remained calm, but their owners were quite excited. Chu Tingwu even saw one owner whispering encouragement to their cat, who curiously licked her hand.
Chu Tingwu said, "Let's do some simple fetch training next? I'll work with the owners."
Currently, the cats were obviously closer to their owners and listened to them, so Chu Tingwu acted as a translator, trying to complete the training together.
The trainers naturally agreed.
The first to go was the number one striped cat, which shook its head after the leash was removed.
Fetch training is most common with dogs—throw something and have the pet bring it back. It's a general obedience training—but everyone was skeptical if cats could do it. Cats are rarely associated with the word "obedience."
The police dog base bought new mouse toys and cat teaser sticks. Chu Tingwu had the owner stay silent while she waved the toy in front of the striped cat and threw it five meters away, then asked the cat to fetch it.
Striped Cat: "..."
The striped cat turned to look at the kitten, showing an expression that clearly said, "You, this little kitten, are actually commanding me?" Its expression was very human-like, and even the owner and the trainers were silent.
The owner still tried to persuade, "Lei Liuwan, go fetch it."
The named cat, "Lei Liuwan," narrowed its eyes and let out a long "meow," its tail drooping, looking at the mouse toy, then at the human.
The owner felt a bit uneasy.
Lei Liuwan turned to Chu Tingwu and said, "Pick up your own mess, meow!"
It had originally wanted to pounce, but the throw was a bit far, and this unfamiliar kitten was asking it to fetch, so it refused. Didn't it know to call its own mother?
Chu Tingwu: "=="
Since there were only twelve cats left, she still wanted to try her best, so she explained to the striped cat that "this is a training, not just for fun."
So the striped cat "meowed" a lot, roughly meaning, "Then be polite, say please, and ask Lei Liuwan the Great for help, meow!"
Chu Tingwu: You should just go home.
The second cat was the Siamese, standing next to the Maine Coon, looking particularly small, and even smaller next to Chu Tingwu.
When the owner brought it over, the Siamese kept tilting its head, clearly curious about this kitten.
When Chu Tingwu threw the mouse toy, she only said it once, and the Siamese trotted over, bit it with its teeth, then ran back, wagging its tail, placing the toy in Chu Tingwu's hand, and even nudged her with its wet nose.
The Siamese's owner clenched her fist with excitement: "Yeah!"
Then Chu Tingwu pointed to the toy and threw it again, saying, "Fetch it."
She didn't use cat language this time. The Siamese hesitated for a moment, then trotted over, bit it, but this time placed it next to Chu Tingwu, pressing it down with a paw.
The owner: "Hmm, what does that mean?"
Chu Tingwu: "It realized I threw it and asked it to fetch, so this time it fetched but didn't give it to me, worried I'd throw it again."
This Siamese probably didn't like ball games much, just indulged the kitten, and its gaze even carried a faint reproach.
But this proved it had a high IQ, able to understand some simple gestures, so it passed.
—It would be too much to ask the trainers to learn cat language too.
Using this method, seven more cats were eliminated, leaving only five.
...It's harder to get cats to listen normally than to get them to fetch newspapers. Cats can actively carry newspapers and tear them up, but they don't necessarily need to bring them to the owner.
Among the eliminated cats, some saw the thrown mouse and rushed over without paying attention to Chu Tingwu, some understood Chu Tingwu's intention but were very aloof, not caring even when the owner commanded, and some completed it the first time but completely ignored it the second time, feeling the repeated game was boring.
Even the American Shorthair bit the mouse and ran around the field, its eyes sharp, suspecting Chu Tingwu would try to take it.
Chu Tingwu: It doesn't mean the thing in your mouth belongs to you!
The five cats left were the Siamese, another striped cat, a cow cat, a short-haired calico, and a pure white cat with heterochromatic eyes.
The trainer stroked his chin: "I thought we might keep a big orange cat."
But it was eliminated in the first round?
Among the five cats, the oldest was the heterochromatic eyes, already close to five years old. It was smart and calm, would complete commands, but without commands, it would just lie down and play by itself, ignoring other cats.
The youngest was the Siamese, just over a year old. It seemed the most affectionate, not afraid of strangers, but wouldn't approach at first sight. After judging the person harmless, it would rub and lick, and wouldn't bite even if touched, showing good upbringing.
The most lively was the striped cat, walking around like it had ADHD, and was a chatterbox, meowing from time to time to chat with the owner. If the owner didn't respond, it would stand up and pat him, and if still no response, it would pull the leash tight, signaling the owner to react—
Being able to stay, these cats were all very smart, chosen from the best.
The cow cat was another kind of smart. Its head was black, like it had a flat top haircut, and the lower half of its face was white, with a pink nose. It wasn't self-entertaining or lively affectionate, just lying there quietly observing humans. When Chu Tingwu passed by, it let out a howl, jumped up, bit Chu Tingwu's sleeve, then let go.
—It wasn't attacking, just felt this kitten was a bit strange.
Cow Cat: "Why are you so much taller than me?"
Chu Tingwu: "Because I eat a lot every day."
Cow Cat: "Eating too much will make you uncomfortable, meow!"
Chu Tingwu: "Because I'm taller, I can eat more than you."
Cow Cat: "?"
It felt something was off about this conversation.
What was off...
The short-haired calico was just average in all aspects. It was smart, but not exceptionally so, just normal. It was affectionate, but if touched too long, it would get angry and bite, though not hard. It was lively and healthy, but not as hyperactive as this striped cat, but it would react to various toys.
Chu Tingwu recorded her observations and organized them into a table. After all this busy work, it was time for lunch.
The trainers invited Chu Tingwu and the five cat owners to stay for lunch: "After lunch, leave the cats with us first, and you go rest. See if the cats can accept separation? Chu Tingwu, can you help talk to the cats, let them understand what a police cat is?"
If there was any doubt about Chu Tingwu's abilities before, just seeing the video, now seeing Chu Tingwu communicate with so many cats in person, the trainers really felt she understood "cat language" as a foreign language.
What a talent, Teacher Chu!
It is said that she also has students who have learned cat language. I wonder if she would be willing to stay and give a couple of classes to these instructors?
The police dogs also came with their food bowls to eat, and the instructor pointed out to Chu Tingwu: "We hope that police cats can be trained like this in the future!"
Chu Tingwu: "It might be difficult for them to carry such large food bowls... and cats don't like deep bowls, a shallow plate would be fine."
The instructor nodded.
Chu Tingwu: "These experts in feline behavior should also know this, and there are documentaries on the subject."
They will officially start training the cats, of course, and will learn these things, but that doesn't stop the instructor from nodding: He feels that Chu Tingwu is more professional, speaking with a certain confidence, even though she doesn't have any credentials and is strictly speaking just a cat-related UP master.
...Or was she a parkour UP master?
In the morning, five adult cats were selected, and in the afternoon, Chu Tingwu was surrounded by kittens.
Before they reach two months old, kittens often learn from their mother, from catching prey to using their keen senses, to how to use the litter box and not to attack humans. The mother cat is the best teacher, so this period is also the golden time for learning.
The system also thinks so.
Being a "youngster" herself, Chu Tingwu has not yet fully completed her courses, so when she looks at the kittens crawling around on the carpet, her mood is particularly complex: She can see that these little kittens' eyes are not yet open, and they are exploring the world with their breath and hearing, with hearing being the main means, and their whiskers...
【Baby, although you don't have whiskers, your perception skills are already better than theirs!】
Although Chu Tingwu and the kittens are both at level 0, the system is certain that their progress bars are different! Its baby has more experience points!
Chu Tingwu: Thanks =_=
But really, she doesn't need to be praised like this, and she doesn't want to compete with kittens less than a month old.
The kittens' mother was lying nearby, nursing a few of the little ones. Since they were less than a month old, the base did not move them, but instead drove Chu Tingwu over to choose.
The mother cats were either from nearby homes or from friends and relatives. The base made a list, arranging the kittens' sizes from smallest to largest. When Chu Tingwu approached, the mother cat lifted half of her body, making a "woof" sound from her throat and tapping her tail on the carpet.
She smelled the scent of Three-Five-Five on Chu Tingwu, recognizing that this was a kitten who lived with her own mother.
Chu Tingwu: "Although the younger the kittens, the easier they are to teach, at this age, they can't even do the most basic things. It's better to find ones that have weaned."
So the youngest should be about a month and a half old.
This time, they went to another home, where a brown tabby cat had given birth. This litter was already running around, their eyes still blue, but they would open them wide when someone approached.
Choosing kittens was not as complicated as choosing adult cats, as they were all teachable. Chu Tingwu helped select, filtering out those that were obviously too slow, timid, or difficult to train, and the rest were pre-booked. Then, those between two and four months old could be taken to the base first.
Chu Tingwu thought the matter was finished, but unexpectedly, the familiar instructor asked somewhat embarrassedly: "Miss Chu, could you teach us how to make cat food?"
Although police cats, like police dogs, would certainly have nutritious cat food, and the ingredients would not be lacking, being nutritious and being tasty were not the same thing.
A master of cat food was right here, and it would be a shame not to take this opportunity to learn from her!
Cats eating happily would make them happy too!
Chu Tingwu had posted videos, but seeing it in person and learning on the spot would definitely be more efficient than watching videos. Questions could also be asked on the spot... Moreover, the instructor was really curious why those cats seemed to like her cat food so much.
Chu Tingwu: "That's not difficult."
The cat food she made was for both humans and cats, rarely using offal. The recipes provided by the system took into account her taste buds, using the natural flavors of other ingredients to season the dishes, pursuing taste, so it was actually a bit more complicated than ordinary cat food.
When Chu Tingwu rolled up her sleeves in the kitchen of the Jin City Police Dog Training Base, the instructor also hurriedly said: "Can we take a few dynamic photos to post online?"
This time, they hired police cats, of course, not just for once. If the first cooperation was successful, there would definitely be a second and third time, until the base had a complete and scientific process—if it weren't for just happening to discover Chu Tingwu, the base wouldn't have started the police cat training pilot so early, but Chu Tingwu was just so perfect!
Not only could she speak cat language, but she could also make cat food, and she raised Three-Five-Five, a cat that... well, many colleagues envied.
In fact, today Chu Tingwu didn't bring Three-Five-Five, and everyone was quite disappointed.
People who raise smart animals are like this, curious whether other people's animals are as smart as they seem.
Her only flaw might be that her authority is not high enough—on one hand, she has no scientific credentials, and on the other hand, she is too young.
Posting it might cause some controversy, but the base still decided to promote it and tag Chu Tingwu.
—If the promotion works, they can get more funding.
The instructor took photos of several cats that had temporarily passed, and of the kittens, then of Chu Tingwu, and a few group photos with the dogs, posting them with the tags #Jin City Police Dog Training Base# and #Police Cats#, and finally thought about it and added a couple more paragraphs praising Chu Tingwu.
No certificate, but an official endorsement is also a kind of "certificate."
Chu Tingwu pondered: Although there is no "Police Cat Professional Trainer" certificate at the moment, she might be able to take the "Pet Communicator" certificate? The teacher Wang she met in Fallen Phoenix City just happened to have a channel, and she could ask him to arrange the exam for the weekend?
Instructor: "Hmm..."
Instructor: What's that smell?
Others in the kitchen helped with the preparations and took notes, but the instructor had been running around all day and was now even hungrier. He had no interest in reading the comments and was glued to the pot.
Suddenly, the instructor heard a strange noise and went to the window to take a look: "Tutu!"
The Labrador retriever, Tutu, was holding his food bowl, and the dogs were lining up to eat. Normally, Tutu would always be at the front of the line, and he should have started eating by now.
But for some reason, Tutu had moved to this window—this was not the window for the police dogs!
Because Tutu had changed windows, the police dogs behind him, although a bit puzzled, still followed him, lining up in a row.
It looked very orderly.
Just the wrong window.
The instructor was both amused and exasperated, coming out to twist his ear: "What's wrong with you, making such a basic mistake... It smells so good."
Chu Tingwu peeked out: "Should I take it to the cats?"
Instructor: "Ah, okay."
Chu Tingwu: "I made a bit extra, want to try the taste?"
Instructor: "Ah! Sure!"
He took the small bowl handed over by Chu Tingwu, ready to scoop some, when he heard Tutu "woof" in surprise.
His mouth opened, and the food bowl fell.
The Labrador retriever looked up in shock: It smelled so good, but it wasn't for dogs! He had thought it was a new dog food that had been mistakenly placed at the wrong window!
Instructor: "..."
He tilted the bowl slightly, showing Tutu that he only had a little: "Do you want a bite?"
Tutu: "..."
If it's not for dogs, forget it, but you only got this little.
The police dog picked up his food bowl and led the other dogs back to the original window, their steps still spirited, but their backs looked quite disappointed.
Instructor: "…………"
He went over, wanting to comfort Tutu and explain, only to find that the Labrador retriever suddenly looked up and pushed his full food bowl towards him.
Instructor: "Thank you... I won't eat it."
Stop looking at him, really won't eat it!
