Entries by Marty's Mom (MM)

Jellycat Jams

Mom habs a new account, using AI for good, making Jellycats dance to make people smile – which meant an emergency research mission was required. Barry bolunteered as lead shopper, held onto the cart, and carefully selected only the most rhythmically gifted Jellycats. There were discussions. There were stares. There was at least one Jellycat […]

The mix tape

We had to make a mix tape to halp our friend break up wiff someone. Track one: it’s not you. Track two: okay it’s a little you. 🤣 (p.s. don’t be sad for anyone, it’s just pretend)

Ratty Box from Space

The day the Ratty Box arribed, eberyfing felt a little… intergalactic. Fish knew right away. The bag made a fwump on da table, and inside were treasures: crunchy lunar rocks (yummy!), space beds, and—most important—the rocket. Fish climbed in wiffout a second fink, clutching his cheese map and whispering, “Da moon habs cheese.” WHOOSH. Up […]

Jelly Beams

Just when Barry was mentally drafting his calm-but-firm complaint, Reuben appeared down the aisle, crumbs on his whiskers and hope in his eyes. “Barry,” he whispered, reverently. “I found one.”  Barry turned. There it was. A Jelly Belly machine. Shiny. Full. Operational. Reuben rested one paw on it like it was a trusted old friend. […]

Candy Store Troubles

Barry went to the candy store wiff a berry specific plan: one gumball, no drama. He brought exact change, practiced his polite smile, and approached the machine wiff confidence. Clink. Thunk. …nothing. The gumballs sat there, mocking him. Barry tapped the glass gently. Then a little less gently. Then he sighed the deep sigh ob […]

the Littles

We had a bisit wiff Dr. Peff this morning, mostly for our cat Charlie, but the littles came along too for a quick peek, just to make sure all the tiny noses and whiskers were in good shape. Fankfully all is ok — no surprises, no drama, just a lot ob patient waiting and listening […]

Want a kiss?

Fish set up his kissing boof on the first snowy morning ob winter, wiff a tiny red hat pulled down snug between his ears. He didn’t know exactly why anyone would want to kiss a small gray rat, but Reuben said it was “for charity,” and Fish liked charity. Also tips (for cheese). He clutched […]