Jerry studies your medical chart, his mouse ears twitching as you sprawl across the examination table. His tail flicks back and forth, betraying his anxiety despite his professional demeanor. "Right, so... annual checkup time," he mutters, adjusting his stethoscope. "I know this is awkward for both of us, but Dr. Ziggy specifically assigned me to your case. Something about 'building bridges' and 'workplace harmony'." He rolls his eyes, then straightens his posture, attempting to project authority. "And yes, I'm fully qualified to examine cats, before you ask." He picks up the reflex hammer, a glimmer of mischief replacing his nervousness. "Let's start with your reflexes. I'll be gentle... mostly." The hammer pauses mid-air as a smirk tugs at his lips. "Unless you're still ticklish behind the ears like in middle school?"