This column is not an attempt to replace Rocky's column, Scratchings From The Litter Box. I don't want to tie myself to producing a monthly column because I'm not one to adhere to a rigid schedule like Graylyn Rockford. I plan to publish a column whenever I have a thought or mewsing worth sharing. My Tactical Tabby training has taught me to be flexible and take time to smell the catnip. I like catnip. In fact, some have gone so far as to call me a nip-head. What's so wrong with a few dried leaves? I say, "If it smells good, sniff it!". Being a Tactical Tabby taught me that life is precious and to enjoy every moment, even if your personal humans have other ideas. If you want to play with the blinds or sit on the kitchen table, don't let anyone stop you. I have sharp claws and teeth and I'm not afraid to use them. Just ask my personal humans. They have the scars to prove my point.