Caesar was absolutely tired of being in this damn seagull body. He knew he had the energy to go back his normal cat body, though of course not the ones the dinosaurs had demolished. No, he had to find a new body and manipulate its pelt a bit to get it to where he liked it. So Caesar went off for a bit, looking for a savannah body that suited him.

And of course, he did. Caesar was prancing back to camp in a new F1 Savannah body, his head held high. His old seagull body was in his mouth as if he had hunted it down. The Officer was clearly happy with himself, as evident by the way he walked and the way he held himself.