The Perfect Calendar

 Every year I search for the perfect calendar for my kitchen wall. What can I say, I like to see what's happening for the months ahead. 

A calendar has to be a reflection of you. 

This year, I've had a calendar with firemen and kittens on it. It's not really me, but it was for charity - and I couldn't find what I was looking for, and it does the job. 

The year before it was Medieval Cats from illuminated manuscripts. A better fit, but from memory, it was a bit expensive. 

Looking around, there were all sorts of dog and cat calendars, but they were all pretty banal. Sure, you can look at Golden Retriever or Mountain Dog puppies, but that will make me sad because I can't have one. 

I could have gone the travel route. Paris, London, Angkor Wat... so many places, so many calendars. Or there's Paris and Cat Calendars. Yeah, nah. I'm not one for chocolate box kittens and I like Paris a bit more rough and ready, away from the tourist traps. 

There's the art route - but art calendars tend to be expensive - or unavailable. Or you don't quite know what's coming month to month, like the case of Robert Mapplethorpe. Nice idea, fraught with danger. Yayoi Kuzama - a bit dotty that one. And I don't want a generic Manet, Monet, Renoir or Turner calendar. Sorry. That's bland. 

There are so many calendars out there. I've given Jonella the same calendar a couple of times over (she likes tea and teapots). I don't want a superhero, football team or Marvel character calendar. Nor nothing too crass or silly. 

Today, I found it. I found my calendar. It fits the bill perfectly. I was in Dymocks and it jumped out at me, dying to be liberated. 

What do you think?

Purrfection!

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