My name is Sinatra and I’m what they call a hybrid.
Not quite sure which is Mom, but a test tube was involved and someone basically screwed up.
The stripes don’t totally cover my body though. If you look close, you can see the buttons on the shoulder of my jerkin.
It’s the face though, isn’t it.
Bit dramatic, but I suppose it could grow on you.
I don’t bite and a good house guard. Don’t quite know what you’d call me, a zog or a dobra maybe.
But for now, the eyes have it, and Sinatra it is. That has some class don’t you think?