The catboy scurried through the ship, peering into this room and that, looking for anything interesting, shiny, or chaseable.  So far he hadn't seen any sign of mice or rats, but that would be good fun if he could find one!  Or maybe food?  Food would be good.  Or somewhere to curl up and take a nap.  Or someone to scratch behind his ears.  Yes, any of those would be good.<br/><br/>He stuck his nose into the infirmary, looking around at the white-and-pink color scheme.  His nose twitched, smelling the disinfectant scent of the bright, clean room.  It was... familiar.  How did he know that scent?  His eyes went to the person moving around the room.  His eyes went to her well-endowed chest, and the name tag there for a moment, distracted from noticing what she was wearing.  Then it dawned on him.  It was a nurse's uniform.  He's seen one like that before! (Although perhaps not quite that short...)  And he<em>had </em>smelled that smell before!<br/><br/>"Oh no!  The Vet!" he wailed, freezing in place in terror, his fur suddenly standing on end, his tail bushed out.  Terrible things happened to cats at the vet!