The apple doesn't fall far from the tree

Today a most bizarre thing happened.

My 5 year old daughter came to me with her after-school snack of goldfish crackers and said, "These are cat treats, Momma."
Then she got on her hands and knees at my feet and proceeded to meow repeatedly.

I smiled as I handed her "treats" one by one. She's even more of a 'mini-me' than I realized.
You see in my dance, monkeys, dance post just 2 days ago, I revealed a childhood desire to go feline.

That little dose of nostalgia was just what I needed this afternoon.