The cat meowed and ate the food.
The pitiful mew barely escaped the white-whiskered maw of the ragged and haggard looking cat. Methuselah had finally caught up to his name. He sort of sat, sort of sprawled on his kitty pillow and begged for alms in his sad and decrepit manner. Someone finally took notice of the feeble feline and brought him a morsel. An upturned nose sought the gift and cataract eyes blinked in acknowledgement. Methuselah sniffed his way to his final meal.