A neighbour phones: "Paddy has been found in a field nearby. I'm looking after him."
Later we take him to the vet. He is a bedraggled thing, just fur, skin and bones, hardly able to walk. The vet makes no charge but suggests we bring him back if he is suffering.
Back home he won't eat, but laps the water we drip over the tiny portions of food with which we try to tempt him.
He purrs, and sleeps.