I was minding my own business on the evening of July 13th, 2017 when the doorbell rang. I went to the door and there were two boys, about 11 or 12.
"Is this your cat?" one of them asked.
I looked down and, on a dirty emoji pillow, was a tiny, furry baby kitten.
I pushed open the screen door, scooped the kitten up in both hands and said: "No, but I'll take it."
I'm glad I did because my wife had just had open heart surgery a few months earlier. She was so happy to have a little, living thing to take care of.
It was rather touch and go for a few days since the kitten was only 4 days old, but now she's a happy, little, 7 pound cat.
We named her Opal for the little girl in the book I had just finished reading a few hours before.
I suspect that a feral mother cat had given birth and, because Opal was the runt, had put her out of her litter. Since I haven't seen the cat I suspect was her mother for nearly 3 years now I think she might've been the only survivor of any of them.
AUSTIN, TX
