Hide in a closet

While the roar of followers is closing in still, you are confident that nobody sees you hole up in a convenient utility closet and close the door.

Heart racing and breathy from this herculean show of athleticism, you press your large flappy ear against the door to listen. A rumble of running legs comes near, but soon passes. You bend over in exhaustion and slowly sit down back against the sturdy door.

After regaining your senses for a bit, you rise up and toggle the light switch. You are startled by your still-unfamiliar image reflecting from a mirror on the opposing wall. Startlement turns to mild admiration, and soon arousal.

{You}: "Could it really be that I'm so hot that I have some kinda arousal aura?"

You then look down to catch yourself passively masturbating at the slightest mention of your own figure. Seems that there's your answer. You begin to suspect that this transformation is to blame, and make a very educated guess that this effect is only limited to your cat parts.

Time to test out if you can use this to make your daring escape. You take an assortment of raunchy selfies with your phone in an escalating series of disrobement. You clothe yourself, carefully covering your ears and tail. Then, making sure there are no prowling horndogs patroling around, you sneak over to the company tech lab to print out these images.

Armed with a stack of catgirl lewds at your disposal to use as distraction, you make a steady attempt towards the exit. Rounding a corner, you see Dave from hiring.