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> 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. My 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 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 Mother'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.
> aqqq