Gemotions

The rejection notice felt like a punch to the gut. The automatic cat feeder – his brilliant idea! – already patented. By a Dr. Evelyn Reed. The name sounded… scholarly, intelligent. He pictured her, tall, with spectacles. He pictured her speaking.

He slammed his laptop shut, then instantly reopened it. He *had* to see her patent description. The details, the diagrams… He zoomed in on a drawing of the dispensing mechanism, tracing the lines with his finger. Impressed, he felt his heart flutter. He wanted to know how her mind worked.

He’d find her, somehow. He'd locate her website, social media, anything. He'd send her a friendly email. He’d offer his suggestions, his feedback. He’d just *have* to meet her and talk about the feeder. He had to know what she was like.