I was afraid he was dead at first.

He was lying there with his eyes closed; but when I bent over him he opened them and gave a pitiful little mew; or rather his mouth made the motion of a mew, for he was too weak to utter a sound." "Oh, poor, poor Paddy," said tender-hearted Cecily tearfully.
"He couldn't stand, so I carried him home and gave him just a little milk.

Fortunately he was able to lap it.

I gave him a little more at intervals all day, and when I left he was able to crawl around.

I think he'll be all right, but you'll have to be careful how you feed him for a few days.