In 1970 or 71, I was attending Arizona State University in Tempe. I lived in north Scottsdale, and drove my '69 Corvette to and from school. There was a blonde girl who drove a gold '70 Vette from not too far from my home to ASU on pretty much the same schedule as me. We had waved, but hadn't met - that all changed one cold winter morning. As I neared the campus that morning, I saw her car off the side of the road, and she was out of the car, standing away from it. I pulled over to see if I could help. She said she had just started hearing terrible noises and smelled some unpleasant odors (this was about 20 miles from her home), all of which seemed to be coming from the engine compartment. I opened the hood, and found a cat had apparently been sleeping on top of her engine before she started out, and must have been too scared to depart, until it was too late. Sadly, it had expired from extreme heat, and it was draped across the left rocker cover and the intake manifold. Not a pretty sight, a truly horrible ending for the cat. It was apparently a stray that had cimbed in there the night before when the engine was only warm. We had the car towed to a shop, where they were able to remove the remains and steam clean the engine compartment.