Every year Mom waits till the calendars go on sale in January, because of her cheapness it pleases her to get them 50% off. Unfortunately by then the choices of calendars are more limited. So she usually ends up with twelve months of flowers in a bucket or something sorta odd.
I always assumed she didn't bring home a kitty calendar because they were all gone. Turns out she usually forgos the cat calendars because she feels like that will mark her as a crazy cat lady at work, when she would hang it on her cubicle wall. I guess she thought the tell-tail cat hair on everything she wears (despite a large supply of lint rollers) went unnoticed.
This year the lure of Kittens & Friends proved to much for her to resist.
It's only January 17th. What do you think her cubicle will look like in March or November?
Crazy Cat Lady... I think writing a book and a blog as your cat has already sailed the boat to Cat Town, you might as well grab the wheel Mom.