I didn’t see them… then I peeked under the flannel and there they were — two tiny noses and absolutely zero plans to mobe. Fish had burrowed in, turning the blanket into a deluxe cheese-dream bunker, and Reuben followed right after. The flannel was warm and the boys were habing one ob those deep, peaceful […]
The boys were wanting to go on an outing, but the usual places didn’t hold enuff interest for them today. Their friend Carol suggested the Key West sunset celebration, which sounds interesting and fun, so they grabbed some trabel juice, and off they went! The sun was melting into the ocean like a giant orange […]
Dis Fish. Sometimes you need just a lick or two ob ice cream to make your day better. Or cheese. Hmmm…I wonder if they make a cheese ice cream!?
Tonight me and Reuben went to a fancy restaurant to hab their magic hour cheese plate special. All cheese is pretty magical actually.
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 […]
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)
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 […]
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. […]
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 […]