You are a Bengal tiger cub,
one of three -- Dacca, Rajpur, Raniganj -- abandoned by your mother.
You are so cold and thin that someone with kind hands puts you on a
heating pad and sits by you for hours, moistening your mouth with
milk.
When you give a weak cry and look up, there is a human face almost
crying too.
Your new mother is Helen Delaney Martini, who has already raised a lion
cub in her New York apartment. Tigers in the bathtub will be no problem
for her and her husband, Fred.
This remarkable book -- strikingly striped as tigers are,
sympathetically spoken as any child could wish -- tells the story of
Helen Martini, founder of the Bronx Zoo's animal nursery in 1944 and its
first woman zookeeper