It's not a pretty story and it breaks my heart when I see it.

What can make my cold heart break?



I woke up to clear to head and my bladder and I notice that Ed is folornly staring into the fire box waiting for something to happen.

The saddest thing in MY WORLD?

Ed looking and a fireplace rich with embers and radiating the last heat of a dying fire.

I love the innocence of his desire.

He just wants heat.

I would love to find out exactly what he thinks about the Magic Heat Source.

I do know what happens when I open up the back door in warm weather.....

He just wants to see who is outside waiting to be fed-that I understand- his outdoor friends are a motivator...

But, When I open the door to grabs some wood during a cold snap?

He'll sit there-nothing can move him away from his spot in front the fire.

I just looked over my should and see that since I put more wood in, he hasn't moved a muscle.


When I die and come back?

It's gonna be as a cat in a home, with a fireplace, and a good looking woman with a lap I can nest in.

I don't expect her to to light my fire, everyday.