This evening after Matt and Gregory went to bed (Matt was up until 5 am - hence the early bedtime) Emma decided to be a kitten. By her description I was the mama cat, and she was my little darling kitten. I was impressed at the thoroughness of her cat impression - she was clearly casting through her mind to think of all the things cats would do. She meowed for food, meowed quite plaintively when her cat toy was accidently batted under the stove, and even pretended to have a hair-ball and *ahem* expelled it. She very sweetly kept this up for over an hour, remembering every book we’ve ever read with cats in it and using that for fodder for her imagination. When it was time for her to go to bed, she put on her sleeper with the cats on it (as she remarked, “mama cat, don’t you think this would be an appropriate thing for your kitten to wear?”), brought her cat toys up to her room, and bade me carry her (pretend) litterbox up to her room. I was carefully instructed as to where to place said box, and I only hope that if the urge does strike in the middle of the night she’ll be far enough out of pretend kitty-land that she’ll remember the location of the human facilities. :-)