You were waken up by a gentle knock on your door. Your favorite of the caretakers at this mental facility, Dr. Retro, peeked around the cracked open door. “Mrrow mew? (You awake?)” She asked softly, wheeling a cart into your room. “Meow mrrow mew meow maow. (I have to draw some blood.)” She explained, setting up the contraption on the cart. She took the needle and reached her other paw out for your hand. “Meow mrrow mew maow maow. (It won’t hurt a bit.)” Retro assured.