Very cold and rainy , so I put a heating pad outside.
I usually do in the winter.
Little dish of food, little dish of water, set somewhere dry with a heating pad.
If I go outside and I hear the sleet, little ice needles landing on dead leaves, chit chit chit chit, high in treble, way up on the spectrum,( you can’t EQ the rain)
My little outside dude is on the heating pad, and he’s happy as fuck. Just purrrring and head butting your hand.
Little dude is happy, and it makes me happy, I can’t even think about dropping bombs on people, can’t even mentally get there.
Some food,some water and a heating pad.
Cheap as fuck. Crazy cheap is the price of happiness . The electricity needed to run a heating pad all night? Not much, in the scheme of things, not much at all.
And everything underneath the sun is in tune…
Simple shit.
Soft tender center at the core of all that’s fucked up, food,drink,warmth.
Stupid simple.
dawn 