Dorothea is my grand daughters cat. Sweet cat came to live with me in the country. She was absolutely blossoming and seemed to have new life in her. Then one morning I found her dead, curled up on a chair in the living room. I feel guilty because the temperature had dripped that night and the livingroom gets coldest. I just wonder if the cold contributed to her death. That's the part that makes me so sad. I don't want to think she needed help to be warm and that I was not there for her.