As the cat in the mirror mimics your motions, down to the blink of your eyes, you begin to get scared. You don't want to be stuck as some huge cat, no matter how impressive the sight is. Your tail begins twitching back and forth, reflecting your anxiety. Again, you are tempted to run in panic, but judging from your earlier experience, you will probably land flat on your face again. Your fur is now beginning to stand on end as your nervousness reaches a fever pitch. You are at a loss of what do do next, but you do have one thought.
Perhaps the effect, hallucination, or whatever it truly is, is limited to the house itself. Maybe if you manage to get outside, the effect will disappear and you will be yourself again. You have no proof that this will work, but anything is better than staying an oversized feline that can't even speak. However, you are not very eager to wander through the house again, now that you have gotten yourself into this predicament. For all you know, there are even more strange things in this house, and truly, being a cat is probably better than being, say, a snail, or a roach. You try to convince yourself that you may have been lucky, but at this point, you are failing miserably.
Instead, you turn your mind to the task of exiting the house. It is not as simple as it seems, considering you still have to get down the stairs to get to the front door, even though you now have four legs instead of two. You begin to consider alternatives, but the layout of the house seems odd and inconsistent, a place you could easily lose your way in. Finally, too nervous to stand around any longer, you decide to...