New Jersey Bizness

We took a quick Internashunal bizness trip to New Jersey—our berry last state so we are now licensed in all 50 states, but we also wanted to see some sights and soak in some local culture.

Baxter made his way to the beach, but quickly found himself slightly surprised and embarrassed by the warnings. Still, a little sand and sun neber hurt.

Fish was upset about not being home for the usual Sunday pamcake breakfast, so he went looking for a venue to hold an impromptu Secret Order ob the Nocturnal Water Buffalo meeting and ended up in a neighborhood filled wiff signs pointing in every direction—he did find a local Elks club that was willing to make way for the Water Buffalo chapter Elebenty, and Fish was relieved and enjoyed the new surroundings and friends as he ate his pamcakes.

Barry found a more serene moment at Liberty State Park, gazing at the Manhattan skyline and soaking in some inspiration for the next calendar layout. It was a quiet moment, but he still looked proud holding his NJ plate, representing with poise and a touch ob wistfulness.

We’re not quite sure what it is Reuben found, but he enjoyed it.

Dedicashun

Barry is still hard at work, paws tapping steadily on his tiny keyboard as the hours slip by. He’s been at it since early morning, and though most would’ve taken a snack break (or three) by now, he’s powering through like the true professional he is. At least he is remembering to hydrate.

Wiff his serious little face lit by the glow of his laptop screen and the calemdar draft open behind him, Barry is deep in design mode—adjusting fonts, organizing special events, and making sure each month has the perfect photo.

He’s making so much progress! January and February are locked in, March has the important warning of “Chocolate Cobered Raisin Day” and he just finished double-checking all the Cheese Days. The 2026 calemdars are shaping up to be a masterpiece of both scheduling and charm.

Barry may be small, but his dedication is enormous—and he’s not calling it a night until he gets at least one more month done.

Doing Bizness

This morning, Barry got up bright and early—before the sun eben touched the edge of his windowsill. With a determined yawn and a quick fluff ob his fur, he climbed up to his little desk, opened his tiny laptop, and got straight to work on next year’s calemdars.

While most of the house was still sleeping, Barry was already rebiewing holidays, adding in cheese festival dates, and double-checking eberyone’s birthdays. The February layout needed adjusting, someone left off “Ice Cream for Breakfast Day”, and he remedied that. Focused and fueled by a nibble of apple slice, he clicked away quietly until the others started to stir.

Ratty Box – Duck Edition

We hab been a little down, but this morning we got to play wiff our new ducky stuff from the Ratty Box and it was a lot ob fun! The big duck is super comfy, and the little duck sack was perfect for Fish to snuggle in. I ate some ob the quack snacks before they eben got put in the forage wheel, I know it was cheating, but just a little bit. I fink it’s ok. In the spirit ob the box, mom told us some jokes that really quacked us up. Mom finks her jokes are berry funny, but not all ob them make us laugh, but we laughed anyway. Fank you Ratty Box for lifting our spirits dis morning!

Waffles

It is with the heaviest heart that I have to share the news, that my beautiful Waffles is no longer with us. We did everything we could to help him get better—and he tried just as hard, with all the strength in his little body. He was brave and strong, full ob fight and love. But in the end, his tiny body just couldn’t keep up, even though his spirit never gave up – neither did his beautiful spleen.

Waffles was more than just a brother— we will miss every single bit of him. Baxter, Barry, Reuben, Fish, their dad, and I feel his absence in every corner of our home. But our love for him will go on forever.

We are finding comfort in the thought that Waffles is now in Heaben with all his brothers and all of your rats too, they all have SO much company and new friends to meet. Wimbley is likely showing him around the liberry, giving him the grand tour and pointing out the best napping nooks. King Bean is fluffing his pillows and making sure his room is just right. And Waffles? He’s probably sipping a perfectly chilled starberry shake, surrounded by light, warmth, and all the love he brought into this world.

With this news, we also need to share something else. The Broadway run of Baxter Wiff a B will be coming to a close. The magic of that show was always in the bond between the brothers—their joy, their chaos, their love. And without Waffles, the stage just wouldn’t be the same. We want to honor him properly, and for now, that means letting the curtain fall.

Thank you for loving him alongside us. Thank you for all the prayers, love and thoughts of healing. He truly felt it. We all did.

Forever Waffles. Forever love.

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Maine Bizness

Today we trabeled to Maine for Internashunal Bizness—because if you’re going to run a global operation, you need the proper paperwork in all the states, obbiously. We only need one more for the US operashuns to be complete!

Waffles came wiff us, but he wasn’t feeling his best, so he stayed back at the hotel to rest. He made a cozy little nest out of extra towels and rated the room service soup a 3.7 out of 5. “Good broth, but no garnish,” he mumbled before drifting off to nap again. Reuben tucked a tiny note under his pillow that said, “Get well soon. We saved you a rock.”

After our bizness at the licensing office was done, we took a detour to enjoy the Maine coast. The beaches were soft and breezy, and the lighthouses stood tall and serious, like they knew they were on postcards. Baxter tried to climb one before realizing it was “not climbable wiffout consequences.”

Reuben was thrilled to bisit the giant scale model of the Solar System. He took notes, did a few calculations for fun, and kept saying things like, “This is important context for time trabels.” No one qwestioned it.

Fish, naturally, made a beeline for the Fish Market. He wore a note that said “NOT A SNACK”—just in case. A vendor did ask him if he was a rare imported species, to which Fish replied, “I am limited edition.” He left wiff a wedge of smoked cheese and a story to tell.

We’ll bring Waffles back a lighthouse magnet and maybe a small asteroid if Reuben has his way.

Fank you Carol Littlefield!

Science wiff Reuben

Waffles Update

Wow, what a journey this has been! We saw a different vet today and did an x-ray — thankfully, she couldn’t see a tumor, AND she couldn’t feel one. We’re taking that as good news, even though we still don’t have all the answers about what’s going on in that little body. We’re doing everything we can to give the best care and all the love for as long as possible.

P.S. The vet said he has a beautiful spleen. Are you jealous??

Sunday Silly

BACKSTAGE BULLETIN

Baxter Wiff a B Update from the Wings

Barry, still wearing yesterday’s headset (and possibly yesterday’s socks), was spotted at the tiny backstage desk sipping cold espresso and muttering softly into his mic:

“Okay team, we’re on Plan G… maybe H… Waffles is out again. Repeat, Waffles is still out. I need someone who can do his part, talk pastry, and wear a bowtie without irony. Anyone? No? Fine. I’ll do it myself.”

With a half-eaten slice of cheese toast left untouched, Barry is visibly tired — and not just because he accidentally called “lighting cue 3″ 10 minutes too early. He’s been up since dawn coordinating lighting gels, triple-checking Reuben’s fruit tray, and trying to reschedule Baxter’s time travel cue around everyone’s coffee breaks.

“I can cue fog and dodge a rogue wheel of Camembert mid-show,” he grumbled. “But I cannot, I will not, learn Waffles’ harmony part by curtain.”

Barry is doing his best. But if anyone sees a rat in a bowtie willing to cover for Waffles until he returns, please report to the stage manager’s desk immediately. Preferably with cheese.

Curtain in ten. Barry’s hanging on by a thread. A thread and one last espresso shot.