My Poor Old Cat

He has come inside now, must have been feeling the cold. I gave him some insulin and food but he didn't eat, and his skin felt very stiff, I think he is dehydrated. He slowly crept downstairs to lie on the goatskin rug - one of his favourite places. At least it is near the radiator which will keep him comfortable. Horrible though the whole thing is, I am happier to have him inside the house at night so that I can keep a bit of an eye on him. I just turned the bedside light on and drew the curtains so that I could turn the hall light off downstairs which means there is a little light without too much glare.