Gracie and the kittens... thank God for my homeboys...woof...
I got home from work at 9:30 after a difficult group working with an individual who I'm trying to help stay out of Federal prison but whose personality disorder is so intent on going there... He likes to antagonize his probation officer to no end... and he likes to fight with me whenever he thinks he can pick one. I'm glad there are mostly African American men in my group who have had prison time. He is a spoiled white boy who thinks he is entitled to get away with being an asshole to anyone who questions him or delays his need to stay on top of his heap of bull shit...Woof...
Ok... so the kittens are about 5 weeks. Gracie took one of them outside last night either for a snack or to play with.
This is the second time and the same kitten. We looked for two hours. I practiced thinking...The kitten is ok, the kitten is ok...the kitten is ok...
Finally at 2am, fell asleep, woke at 6am and went searching. Sure enough she comes leaping out of the bushes as if she was saying... "I stayed out all night long by myself..." God what a interesting 24 hours...