Our Story
Hola, it's Claude. I am an as***le. You may have noticed I am missing my left wing. It got ripped off by a raccoon (not kidding). My dad, who is a veterinarian, saved me. I try to kill him all the time. Clearly, I am not grateful. I get my name after my mom's actual human friend, who also lost his right arm in an accident (we got his blessing). I like to think of it this way: together, he and I make a whole. This also means that I can't fly, but my parents are thankful because I would definitely fly and bite the s**t out of you. No, my wing can't grow back--yes, I have really been asked that. Where I lack in flight, I make up for my excellent climbing skills; hence. the nick name "Death-Grip Claude."