Kittens Make the Day a Little Easier

I don't think it makes me any less of a man to enjoy ringing in a new month with a happy kitty calendar.

Fuck you all, I've been buying them since I still lived in Pennsylvania.

My preferred calendar is one with twelve pictures of fuzzy kittens: nothing remarkable, and nothing thematic about them. I usually pick one up in the first week of the year, but I wasn't able to find any in the usual places. There are dozens of worthless labradoodle, cockapoo, and puppy calendars from which to choose, but a surprising absence of any kitty calendars in this part of the world after the new year.

I got a "kitten a day" calendar as a concession, but I haven't hung it up yet. I chose between it, black cats, tabby cats, and kittens wearing hats. Sorry, guys, but black or tabby, cats ain't kittens, and I do not compromise in this regard. So it was either hundreds of small pictures of kittens, or twelve large pictures of kitties cruelly subjected to headgear.

I feel I chose wisely.