The Late Fairy Godmother: Fantasy

The calendar pages flipped back and forth in the breeze, though the windows and doors of the cottage were flipped tightly shut. The cat sitting on a cushion in the corner tucked her nose under her tail and put her paw over her eyes. She knew what the flurry of calendar pages meant. Mistress had remembered that she was supposed to send out birthday cards and go to christenings and weddings to provide her blessing. Mistress was trying to figure out when everything was/would be/had been. Mistress was also making her wardrobe fly through the air and into a packing bag in what the cat considered to be a most undignified manner. This was not the way a proper fairy godmother was supposed to conduct herself, in the cat's opinion. Of course, Mistress never asked the cat's opinion. Mistress merely toted the cat around with her when she went out. Mistress never thanked--

Inspiration: I was thinking about calendars.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: Mildly entertaining. I kinda like the characters.