Buster......Good Kitty, Gone Bad

When Bobby and I got Buster he was a kitten and could fit in the palm of our hand. Buster was given to us free from the flea market at Marshall's Creek(and he even came with flea's). Buster turned evil as he grew older. Once we had him declawed he began to find a substitution for his claws and used the method of biting. He's bold and I hope he grows out of this. My brother is the one that Buster loves to bite, Sorry STEPHEN....