Cat Food

This is my black kitty, his name is ink. He is a little fluffy of brain, but we like him anyway. He is a social diner. When he was a kitten, he would follow you and meow pitifully until you would follow him. He would always lead you to his bowl and begin to eat. If you leave this nutter cat, he would come back and find you and cry some more, until you repeat the procedure, or until he was full. The behavior happily died. Or so we thought. Recently our Henry cat left for new digs, and Ink needs a buddy for his meals again. I had no idea that Henry had been his meal companion for all these years. Now it is my turn again. Makes me feel weird to stand and watch him eat, but it gets the process over with. I am trying to send children to watch the cat eat. It works ok as long as it isn't Ethan, who makes the cat nervous, Seth, who moves the bowl, or Jacob, who has been spurned for growing to man height. Silly cat!