Facing the mirror, you notice that your inner form is different again.
It's not a cat, at least, but it's still far from a human being : what you are looking at is nothing more than a grey-colored, heavy-looking mammal, with what seems to be like protruding teeth coming out of its mouth.
It's actually a walrus !
The moment you produce a mild feline sigh, it already starts over : your body grows in size, reaching a decent height.
It then stops, and for a moment, you are as tall as a big lion, or any type of bigger cat-like creature.
Then, slowly, your body gains mass and fattens. You look more and more like a overfed cat, looking at your thick thighs, belly, legs and neck. If your metamorphosis into another animal wasn't that ensured, the outcome would be that much morbid to bear.
But, fortunately, as the fur recedes into a much leathery texture, as your tail melts back into your coccyx, as your hindlegs turn into flippers, as your face loses definition, save for your whiskers which thickens, and as your fangs shoot out from your maw into sturdy tusks, your form readjusts into a much more balanced and logical shape.
When it is over, you can't help but get a look at your body. Your former yelps and yowls are now deep, grunt bellows, and agility is yet to be achievable on this new form.
You ponder what to do.