TIFU by misunderstanding my gynecologist

This actually happened on Thursday, but my soul has only just now come back to my body.

I visited the gynecologist on Thursday for my yearly exam. I see a male gynecologist, and while he’s a little awkward, he’s a very nice guy, a good doctor, and hasn’t given me “creep” vibes.

Before he came in, I took off everything except my socks and put on the little gown they gave me. I settled on the bed and then he entered.

We make a little bit of small talk just so we’re not in silence, go through the “any concerns, anything you need to bring up since last visit etc” and then it’s time for the old peek. I put my legs in the stirrups and he begins his exam.

He must be feeling awkward from the silence, because after a minute, he says “oh, you must have a cat, huh?” I do have a couple of cats, but I hadn’t mentioned that to him.

My brain short-circuits. How can he tell I have cats just from looking at my vagina? Does it smell like cats down there?! So I say “why?? does my vagina smell?”

He must have interpreted my question as “why does my vagina smell?” And he said “I’m not smelling anything right now, can you describe the smell?”

My brain goes into overdrive. What the fuck does he mean can I describe it? He’s the one down there?? So I clarify “can I describe the cat-vagina smell??”

He pauses and sits up straight and just says “what?”

And so I say, “do I smell like cats down there? How could you tell I have cats?”

His face turns bright red and he points to my foot in the stirrup, or more specifically the cat socks I’m wearing, which also happen to have a single white cat hair clinging to the sock.

I said “oh. I thought my vagina smelled like cats or something.”

He shook his head and he very quickly finished up.

So my vagina doesn’t smell like cat, but I don’t think I can go back to him.

TL;DR I thought my gynecologist could smell my cats on my pussy.