Every evening at 5:00, Emmett stops whatever he’s doing wherever he is in the house and comes into the office. He plants himself on the bed next to my desk, reminding me of his presence with heavy sighs.
Then, about 15 minutes later, he moves into position under my desk. As if I hadn’t noticed his loud, dinner-demanding presence already.
And if I still persist in not getting up to feed him, well, he gives me no other choice.
And that is how Emmett gets fed by 5:30. Every. Single. Day.