My DH, who is plainly a Bad Person and a reprobate of the highest order, has fed the cat with - and the cruelty of this cannot be over-emphasised - cat food. Well, wet cat food, and dry crunch, and there was a small amount of chicken as a treat after she had her thyroid pill. But not nearly enough. I am also a Bad Person because when I go to bed, I turn the electric blanket off, which means that the cat's bed, in which she generously allows us to sleep, cools down. This is plainly not satisfactory.
Furthermore, as a woman of a Certain Age, I currently have only two temperatures. I have 'oh, good grief, it's flipping perishing in here, turn some heat on' and 'oh, good grief, it's like an oven in here, please open a window'. Nothing in between. This means that if the electric blanket isn't on when I go to bed, I can't get to sleep because I'm cold, but within a couple of hours, I wake up overheating. I know it will pass, but just at the moment, I don't sleep well. I could therefore do without a certain furry person deliberately waking me up when she wants a cuddle, usually about 30 minutes after I've dropped off.