back on dec 12 i wrote this verse about kitten hank.
he turned out to be a born killer and we have the scars to prove it.
the hankosaurus never sleeps
onto your bed hankzilla leaps.
pouncing upon them as they doze...
his midnight snack - not toast, but TOES
on jan 4 we brought in buster
and they took to each other like a cock fight
here they are becoming frenemies
we are fattening up buster and putting him in training - he looks like he'll grow up to be bigger than hank, but he's a lover not a fighter.