I was driving home from work late one night on a dangerous, windey road in the Manzano Mountains of New Mexico. It was late fall and it was going to drop to 5°F that night. I spotted what looked like a white paper food sack by the side of the road, but I kept an eye on it. As I passed, part of the sack ran off into the undergrowth. I braked, turned around, and went back hoping that whatever ran into the bushes was tame enough to accept some help. I got out of the jeep and called. "Meow?" was the pitifull response, and a white cat crept out of the bushes and went back to the white sack. When the next set of cars went whizzing by right next to her head she grabbed part of the sack and dashed back towards the bushes. There was nothing in the sack except paper napkins that smelled like chicken, but she was so starved that she was growling as she ate them. I coaxed her into my arms, got her into the jeep, and she ate dog biscuits all the way home. She was so thin that I could feel every vertebrae in her spine and tail, her breath was awful because her body was consuming itself to survive, and she had frostbite on her ears. She has recovered from her ordeal, tends towards rotunditity now (sometimes they never forget being starved), and is a sweet, constant, and grateful companion.