Hi, I finally got up on mommy's desk to see what she's been laughing so
about since she joined this group.  My name was Sarafina until I hurted
myself and had to go to the nice lady vet and she said I'm a boy!  I guess
my new name is Cyrano Get Your Fuzzy Nose Out of That.
 
Anyway, my mommy has had such a time finding me litter I can and will
tolerate.  It's awful to be so fussy, but that deodorized stuff just plain
stinks (and I know stinks) and the large cat size junk hurts my paws and
hiney.  Anyway, now she buys a big bag of stuff at Wal-Mart called Master's
Choice and it's totally acceptable.  (I still like to hear her yell at me
when I find another corner, but most times I go in my box).
 
Hope this helps.
 
Cyrano GYFNOOT with help from DeBorah and Alec Sherman
[Posted in FML issue 1641]