About 10 years ago now, my boss was next door in what we use as a storage area. He heard this noise and when he went to investigate, he found a crinkled up piece of plastic with 3 tiny baby kittens on it. Mom was nowhere to be found, but we figured she was near because the babies looked pretty healthy - and sounded pretty healthy too. We could not figure out how she had gotten in because the doors are locked at all times and she had to be coming and going to get food. I was all gaga over the kittens, but left them alone because I didn't want to scare her off. Everyday I would go in and see them and, as happens with kittens, the next thing you know their eyes were opening and they were starting to toddle around. Every morning when I got to work I would go in and visit and it got to the point where they would hear me come in the front door and be meowing their little heads off for me to let them in the back door. I couldn't leave them in the office overnight first of all because mama kitty wouldn't be able to get to them and secondly because we have the alarm with the motion sensors and they would have set that off. Anyway, soon enough they were eating kitten food and "helping" me all day in the office. We never did see mama kitty, and we never did figure out how she was able to come and go.
There were three kittens, two little gray tabbies and one orange tabby. The orangie was snapped up right away by my boss's sister-in-law for her son so that left me with the two little gray ones - a little boy and a little girl - thus, there names. Little Boy and Little Girl. I know, real originalbut I didn't want to get too attached. I had T & P in my small studio apartment and couldn't take on anymore at the time. We eventually found a home for the little boy - a friend of another my boss's sister-in-laws and I was left with the little girl for awhile. I figured it would be hard to place her because she had litter box issues. The litter box was in the bathroom, but she would always do her business in the shower - not too much of a problem for us, but a big potential problem for new owners. Turns out that after the little boy was gone, she started using the box more. I think he was intimidating her when she was in the box, so she went behind the shower curtain so he couldn't see her.
We did find a good home for her too, eventually, and I was sad to see her go because I loved having her in the office with me all day. But it was not a good life for her being closed in the warehouse space all night and only having me and attention 8 hours out of 24, so I knew I had to let her go.
The only one I've been able to keep tabs on is the little orangie because I've seen the sister-in-law at family functions throught he years. She says he has grown into a huge lovable orangie and is living the good life. I sure hope the same is true for the other two. They would be about 10 years old now, but to me they will always be kittens because that's how I knew them.
I only have 4 pictures of them and for some reason I was only able to email myself 2 of them so here those two are, and I'll post the other two when I get home tonight.
Little Boy in Front and Little Girl in back.
Little Girl using Little Boy for a pillow.
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I bet they were happy to have your company in their childhood - strange you never got to see the mom. 
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