It was delivered on a pillow

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I was sitting at my computer about 8:30 Thursday night when the doorbell rang. ??? I didn't think we'd get a delivery that late at night. We hadn't ordered any food for delivery. Who would be ringing my doorbell? I open the door and there are two young men, okay - teenagers. I think they might've been 2 of the kids that asked me last week to get their ball from my back yard. (I get why they won't jump the fence, you never know what a dog is going to do when you do that.) There, on a not terribly clean "happy face" pillow was this little grey baby. "Is this one of your kittens?" they asked. "No," I replied. All my cats are fixed. I opened the door. "But I'll take it." I scooped the baby up in my hands, thanked them, and shut the door. "Oh boy," I thought. I went into the kitchen and called for my wife. She had a minor procedure at the eye doctor's that morning and was sleeping. She didn't wake up. I went into her room and called her again. "What?" she asked. It sounded like my first call might've brought her up because she was sort of awake. "We have an issue," I told her. "Oh?" she asked. She got out of bed and into her chair. Then she turned on the lights. "Oh!" she said. "Where did this one come from?" I explained. I let her hold the baby while I went and got the can of cat milk replacement and then a bottle to feed her with. I didn't want to keep her more than over night, but the wife says that she wants to try. That this will be the last bottle baby we will probably have. The last bottle babies were just shy of 10 years ago, and you might be able to find my discussions about them from my early days. So, you see, we now have a kitten. Probably born on July 9th. We think its a girl and have tentatively named her Opal. She's a grey tabby near as we can tell. Her eyes aren't even open yet. By the way, she's LOUD when she's not happy.