Kallows

My mother called me in last night- and we had a conversation that went a bit like this.

Me: You called?

She: Kallows.

Me: Sorry?

She: Kallows.

Me: What?

She: Kallows. K-A-L-L-O-W-S.

Me: Sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about.

She (with a degree of impatience): Neither do I. But I know my feet are cold and I need them to be warmer.

Me: Ah, that I can do something about....