It's been an unusually cold winter here in North Texas, and it's only supposed to get worse. Calvin, our sick cat, has withered to a mere 6.8 pounds. (For a point of reference, when he was healthy, he weighed 13 pounds and was very sleek.) He has no body fat left, and he's been cold. When I carry him outside for Mail Time, he now shivers in my arms.
We bought him a heating pad, which we slipped inside the boys' big woolly pillow in the living room. Both cats are loving that, and I typically find them snuggled together on the pillow when it's turned on.
But Calvin is finding other ways to keep warm:
My husband often looks pregnant in the evenings now, as Calvin likes to climb inside his jacket and settle in for a nap.