Serve No Advice Before Its Time

So, there I was, hangin with my Himalayan homies -- I love alliteration. Anyways. They say to me, "Stanley," (cause that's my name) "You know a lot about all things CAT."

It's true. It's a takes-one-to-know-one kinda deal. But I digress.

To make a long story short, they asked me to give them and their humans a little advice. Problem was that when they asked my paws were itchin' and I needed a wicked scratch. So I excused myself to find a scratching post (I don't like to use the furniture unless I'm makin' a point) and suggested they put pen to paper and jot down a few questions.

When I came back, they'd written down a few questions -- except for Auggie. He was just chasing the pen cap all over the room. Not the brightest scoop in the litter box.

So I read their first question...and it hit me. I should put my vast wisdom to work. I could be a columnist, like Ann Landers. Or Dear Abby. Or those Car Talk guys. I could be famous-er. I could change the world-- and, be honest--who would you rather have run the world?

So. Without further ado. Cue the fanfare and streamers. Live on the Interwebs. The one. The only. The first ever, suitable for framing, Franklin Mint collectible version. The pilot episode of the column that will redefine life as you know it....

Introducing the Ask Stanley column on this very blog. Ready?

Dear Ask Stanley,

My human has finally got the message that our old litter box is not for me. It only took 3 rugs. So, we're in the market. Should we get a SmartScoop?

Signed,
Clumped in Cleveland.

Dear Clumped,

Yes.