Zeeba

I scooped up Zeebe in my arms and held her close. Her little body felt cold and she didn't move. That afternoon in the garden, Zeeba rubbed up against my shoe for the first time. I held out my hand. "I want to hold you so much. When are you ever going to let me hold you?"

Caring for Zeebe, an abandoned newborn kitten, and pursuing Zeeba, her wild, distrusting sibling, showed me the overwhelming tru...