The pain in my knees is unbearable, so if you don’t mind, I’ll just lie here on this very nice rug. At least for the duration of this tale I must recount of my beloved yet tragically afflicted former master. Now, I am masterless, as you can see. I’m too old for service, and far too old to learn the idiosyncratic particulars of a new master. I know you, the fireside that flickers, are warm to my story as my fur warms to your light.