"Cat. I am a cat. I am a fuzzy, warm, sociopath with teeth... Nope. I'm just an idiot mumbling to myself in a dojo." Mercutia rolled her eyes. "C'mon... Picture being SOMETHING." Of all things she was able to picture, it had to be a dog. She had to end up looking like a blonde fluffy quadroped with drool control issues. She shook her head, wagging elongated ears. 'Oh, right.' She remembered. 'I read a book on lupine anatomy yesterday.' She was beginning to feel a drain on her energy. 'okay, time to change back.' After that, she decided she had had enough practice for that day.