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 […]

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 […]

Fank you SO MUCH to the wonderful Drusilla Kehl of the The Illustrated Rat for this wonderful tribute to Baxter! She really nailed it, and the details are just gorgeous. Fank you Dru!! It means the world to me and the boys.

Santa’s big night was ober. The sky had quieted, the snow had stopped whispering, and ebery last present had found its way home. So Santa tiptoed back to his own little house, red hat still tilted just a bit sideways, paws tired but his heart was berry happy. He leaned on his silver stool and […]

Somewhere pretending to be in the Norff Pole, in the chaos ob another mail room, the elbes are hard at work. Baxter—wearing his tallest elf hat—stood tall behind da workbench, paws perched on a mysterious box dat absolutely rattled when shaken. “Dis one’s delicate,” he said berry seriously. “Could be joy. Could be socks. Could […]