I got this in an email and found it too good (and true!) not to share.

A cute Mom's Day story....   So, we had this great 10 year old cat named Jack
who just recently died.  Jack was a great cat and the kids would carry him
around and sit on him and nothing ever bothered him.  He used to hang out and
nap all day long on this mat in our bathroom.

Well we have 3 kids and at the time of this story they were 4 years old, 3 years
old and 1 year old.  The middle one is Eli.  Eli really loves chapstick.  LOVES
it.  He kept asking to use my chapstick and then losing it.  So finally one day
I showed him where in the bathroom I keep my chapstick and how he could use it
whenever he wanted to but he needed to put it right back in the drawer when he
was done.

Last year on Mother's Day, we were having the typical rush around and try to get
ready for Church with everyone crying and carrying on.  M y two boys are fighting
over the toy in the cereal box.  I am trying to nurse my little one at the same
time I am putting on my make-up.  Everything is a mess and everyone has long
forgotten that this is a wonderful day to honor me and the amazing job that is
motherhood.  

We finally have the older one and the baby loaded in the car and I am looking
for Eli.  I have searched everywhere and I finally round the corner to go into
the bathroom.  And there was Eli.  He was applying my chapstick very carefully
to Jack's . . . rear end.  Eli looked right into my eyes and said "chapped."  
Now if you have a cat, you know that he is right--their little butts do look
pretty chapped.  And, frankly, Jack didn't seem to mind.

And the only question to really ask at that point was whether it was the FIRST
time Eli had done that to the cat's behind or the hundredth.

And THAT is my favorite Mo ther's Day moment ever because it reminds us that no
matter how hard we try to civilize these glorious little creatures, there will
always be that day when you realize they've been using your chapstick on the
cat's butt.