Here's a true story...
Around 15 years ago, dead of winter, I went into my woodshed to grab some wood...I see on the ground a small furry lump...
"Oh, this ain't good", I say to myself...so I take a closer look...It's a tiny kitten, looked like a leopard, no shit, had black spots all over it...(I live in the boonies - people dump their animals out here all the time, but that's another story...)
I go to pick it up - it's ROCK hard and frozen to the ground. I swear to all that is holy - this is the truth.
I managed to eventually get him unstuck from the ground, so at least I can try and bury the little guy...
Then I notice..."Dam...he's still breathing"...barely...just barely...his little chest is moving...
So, I scoop him up, bring him in the house. Take an old blanket, wrap him completely up, and put a small space heater pointed directly at the lump of blanket, turn it on and go to work.
All day I am just wondering..."what am I going to come home to?"
No shit, I get home, open the blanket bundle and.... he's GONE!!??? WTF?
I look all over the house and finally found him under my bed. Coaxed him out with some food, he ate and drank like a champ.
Ended up finding a home for the little fella. It was crazy...he was frozen...and he came back...
Still can't believe it.