Your laugh for the day!!!!!!!  You may have seen this one before, but I still think it's a great story!
We had this big, beautiful orange tabby named Jack.  Jack was a great family cat - perfect for kids - he was laid back and calm and you could literally do anything to him and he wouldn't bat an eye.
All 3 of my kids were crazy about him and would take turns carrying him over their shoulder, dressing him up in doll clothes and even trying to use him as a pillow.  Jack used to sleep in the master bathroom curled up on an old baby blanket in a basket on the floor. 
At the time of this story, the kids were 4 years old, 2 years old and 6 months old.
My middle child is Eli and Eli really, really, really loved cherry chap stick.  He would constantly pester me to borrow it and when I would give him my tube, he always seemed to misplace it.  Finally one day I took him into my bathroom and showed him the drawer where I kept my cherry chap stick.  I explained that he could use it anytime he wanted to, but he must put it right back into the drawer because I also used it several times a day.
A few months later on Mother's Day, we were rushing around like we do every Sunday morning trying to get ready for church with everyone screaming and crying.  Eli and his older brother were fighting over the toy in the cereal box and I was trying to nurse the baby and put make up on at the same time.  The house was a mess and everyone had already forgotten they were supposed to be honoring me and the amazing job that is motherhood.
My husband and I finally got all 3 kids ready to go and got the oldest and youngest into their car seats.  I turned around to get Eli, but he had disappeared.  I go back into the house and start calling him.  No response.  I start searching for him and finally go into my bathroom.
And there sat Eli.  He was totally engrossed with applying my cherry chap stick very carefully to Jack's butt hole.  I was so amazed, I couldn't speak.  Eli finally looked up at me and said "Chapped."
Now, if you have a cat you know that Eli is correct.  Their little puckered butt holes do look pretty chapped.  And Jack certainly didn't seem to mind the application of lip balm.  The only question I had at that point was whether this was the first time Eli used my chap stick on Jack or the hundredth!?!
And that is my favorite Mother's Day story ever, because it reminds us that no matter how hard we try to civilize our little monsters, there will always be that day when we realize they've been using our chap stick on the cat's rear end.