Contented Ignorance

My friend Steve now has a new coat. He looks great. He had only to endure some moment of discomfort when someone brushed his fur from his side. Life is better now; the discomfort on his flank and the growing stiffness has subsided; he finds jumping and climbing easier, though his sixteen years make them both less comfortable than prior,

and he does not recall the reason, or the squirming.