My cats

I have three old cats.  They are all 16 years old.  No muscle mass left.  Almost no teeth.  Yet they still want kibble.  So I give them kibble along with the wet food.  I held Van down and cut his toe nails.  One had gotten too long and bled when I cut it.  He ran away mad and hid.  I let him go until the next morning.  When I got up and after taking care of the dogs, I put food out for the cats.  Picasso and Spats came to eat.  No Van.  So I started looking for him.  Being 16, I never know if I will find him alive or not.  I spent over 2 hours looking for him.  Couldn't find him. So I gave up and decided I would tear the house apart when I got off work and find him.  I was in my bathroom brushing my teeth when I heard the door under one of the sinks. close.  I looked quickly but did not see him.  However, when I went to check the food, he was there.  He may be old, but he is still just as sneaky as always.