Jooters was messing with a ball of yarn as you walked into your office. "Ah! Hey there, 'doc." He said with a slightly punkish flair as he smiled toothily and set the ball down. Jooters Blaccat is your newest patient. A young adult feline with black fur and rounded blue eyes. "'Came to talk to you today about an issue that's been buggin' me for a while." He pulled up his shirt slightly, showing you his thin body. "I only weigh about a hundred pounds! And I'm a fully grown cat!" He exclaimed. "I've been underweight all my life... But I never knew how serious it was until I had to skip breakfast yesterday and almost passed out. I weigh less than my 80 year old grandma!" He stood up and threw his arms in the air in disbelief. "It doesn't even make sense! I live off pizza and soda and get the biggest burger at every restaurant I can!" He almost shouted, before quieting down and turning to you. "So... Uh... Think you can help me? Just... Make sure not to do too much damage to my figure, alright? I wanna stay nice and thin for the ladies... And my boyfriend."