So being the typical bachelor I eat dinner (and every other meal) sitting
on the couch watching TV.  The kitchen table?  Why that would be Zak's
pedestal (especially when my brief case is there to give him a few extra
inches of height).

So where is said Zak while I eat dinner almost every night after a long
day at the salt mine?  Lying next to dad on the couch of course.  Well,
either there or the end table under the 250 Watt Edison.

Back about in May Zak crashed and was diagnosed as CRF (5 days on IV
fluid and dad only visiting a few minutes a day!).

Well he has done pretty darn well so far on his KD kibbles and his
"yummy" soup made from Fancy Feast with gravy and lots of warm water.  

OH!  But remember that dinner companion of mine?  Guess who wants the
favor returned.  I will admit he has done this at times in the past but
with all the extra attention he has gotten in the last few months he
seems to have decided he can push the envelope further.

On some nights he will not eat until I come in to the kitchen and keep
him company!  52 year old overweight man sitting on the floor next to
large black cat crunching on kibbles and sloshing down a large quantity
of flavored water.  How silly do I look?  Does it matter?  It makes the
dopey thing happy and he always keeps me company.

Some day I will miss him bugging me for dinner company; I don't look
forward to that.

Andy