Home from Jail

I just got home from jail this afternoon. They gave me a clawacure this morning, and my poor, poor claws are ruint again. How many times do I have to tell them, I like my claws long, sharp and pointy, not short, dull and blunt? I suppose I should be thankful, though, that jail did provide me with an alibi for my siblings' various crimes. You don't even want to imagine what they got up to while they were away!