It is with a heavy heart that I have decided to send my jaguar, Martha Catalina Felicia Regalia Banks the Third, to a home for jaguars that can't be rehabilitated into the wild.

Apparently, private ownership of big cats as pets is now illegal in Gotham. And I have been told that it would be difficult for her to return to the wild after I've spoiled her so.

I will do this as soon as the police reacquire her, after that degenerate in the skintight catsuit set her free.

I and my team have been thoroughly examining the footage of the break in for any potential clues. Particularly the one where she acrobatically leaps through my laser grid.

Boy I sure hope that curvy ne'er-do-well doesn't come back and steal the priceless cat portrait I just bought, or the golden statue I had sculpted of Martha (my pet jaguar, not Martha Wayne. That one I keep elsewhere).

I hope Martha enjoys her new home. I shall miss her, and I'm sure the maids will miss playing spontaneous games of tag and hide and seek with her.