In the bustling heart of SoHo, right where the cobblestone streets hum wiff life and adventure, Baxter set up his very own Broadway ticket booth. Perched proudly atop a sturdy wooden box, a tiny sign announced: BROADWAY TICKETS. His whiskers twitched in excitement as he peered out at the passing crowd, ready to make dreams come true — one ticket at a time.

Beside him, his trusty pal Teddy sat diligently, paws ready, managing the little cash box. Teddy took his job wiff the utmost seriousness, nodding at customers and double-checking every coin and crinkled bill. “We gotta be accurate, Baxter!” he squeaked, sorting the shiny quarters into neat piles.

Baxter, wiff his bright eyes and wide smile, charmed every visitor. “Two for Baxter Wiff a B? Excellent choice!” he’d chirp, handing over carefully folded tickets. Teddy would pass him the change, their teamwork smoother than a Broadway dance number choreographed by Fish.

By noon, they had already sold out two shows, and Baxter and Teddy celebrated by sharing a tiny bag of churros from the cart down the block. Life was good in SoHo, and wiff Broadway magic and a best friend by his side, Baxter felt like it would be a good weekend.


Today, Waffles is pounding the pavement in Midtown, new hat slightly askew, notebook in paw, scouting cafés for his next big rebiew. He’s rating ambiance, crumb-to-table ratios, and how well each spot pairs espresso with artisanal crumbs. But trufffully? He’s also lowkey modeling his new ‘leather-ish” cap, hoping someone mistakes him for a street-style icon. He paused by a trash can for the perfect gritty backdrop—NYC chic, baby—and gave a knowing look to a pigeon who nodded back in mutual respect. His brothers think he’s just out for pastries. But Waffles? He’s on a mission. For crumbs and clout.

It’s Easter tomorrow, so we are decorating some eggs to make an Easter egg hunt for mom and dad…but it depends how hungry we get.

Happy Easter Eberybody! 

Wheneber a big bag ob fings shows up from Dexter’s Creature Comforts, you know you’re in for peak coziness—like, top-tier comfy corner forts, snuggly hammocks and plushy piles ob bliss, all stitched wiff the highest quality stitchery known to ratkind. Ebery seam is snug, ebery corner is fluffed just right, and there’s always that signature faint scent ob maple syrup that makes you feel like you’re nuzzled up inside a pancake. It’s not just a package—it’s an experience. Dis is me and Barry are checking out a new cozy cube, but it’s not a cube, it’s more like an obal. Fanks Jayne!

The cheese box is here! The cheese box is here!!

Fish could hardly believe his luck when the Ratty Box arrived that morning—bright yellow, smelling faintly of dried cranberries and cheddar, and practically buzzing wiff excitement. He immediately wriggled his way into the cheese themed hammock, and then made a beeline for the box, his tiny dumbo ears perked and eyes wide. The theme? Cheese. A whole box inspired by a charcuterie board, packed to the brim wiff cheesy charm and gourmet goodies just waiting to be explored.

Inside, Fish found a squishy cube that looked just like a wedge of cheese—it had a hidey hole perfect for mid-snack naps, and he wasted no time testing it out. Nestled beside it were all sorts of treasures: a crunchy bag of Rascally Rat Nutri-Berries (banana, cranberry, and pea? Yes, please!), and a green rope toy wiff purple “grapes” that made him feel like a fancy little connoisseur.

But the best part? The “Boggles” rat chews. Pretzel-shaped and oh-so-nibbly, Fish immediately stashed two behind his stash wall—part of his ever-expanding cheese map project. As he munched one proudly in front of the box, he looked up at Reuben and declared, “This one goes on the Upper East Side route. Boutique flavors only.” Reuben just smiled, the other brothers just let Fish hab this one.

This Ratty Box wasn’t just a box—it was a whole cheese-filled experience, and Fish was the happiest little rat in the world. Fank you Ratty Box!




Pets are great, if you don’t hab one, you should get one. I don’t hab any pets, but mom says she does.

The new spring Ratty Box is bursting wiff seasonal charm and snuggly surprises, just in time to shake off the winter blues. This month’s theme? Bloom & Vroom! Your ratties are in for a treat as they dibe into a fresh lineup ob toys and hideouts inspired by blossoming gardens and springtime adbentures.

The star ob the box is the Flower Pot Hide—a cozy, soft-sided hideaway shaped like a terra cotta pot, complete wiff a pretty yellow flower. It’s the perfect nook for napping after a long morning of scampering and exploring. Whether you prefer to burrow beneath or peek adorably out the window, this hide is sure to become a faborite.

Also blooming in the box are a trio ob flower chew toys. They’re great for tossing around, dragging into nests, or simply gnawing on during a lazy afternoon.

But the most excellent suprise is—The Car Wash! This amazing building features soft fleece “scrubbers” and dangling shapes that swish and sway as your car tunnels through, offering a mix ob sensory fun and a berry clean car at the end ob it!

So whether your ratties are more about the bloom or the zoom, this Ratty Box is packed wiff personality and perfect for welcoming the new season.

*It also comes wiff a snack pack, but it habs raisins, and we can’t talk about those due to our ongoing stance against raisins, but you might like it.

Fanks Ratty Box!

P.S. dis Fish. Next monff is a cheese box and I can’t wait!!

Unicorm Day had finally arrived, and the boys were buzzing. Backstage, glitter swirled through the air like enchanted confetti, and the scent of berry-glazed cupcakes wafted from the prop table. Each of the brothers wore their unicorn best—white capes, gold-tipped horns with a flourish of purple fluff, they could barely contain their glee. Fish, who had been hoarding a tiny stash of edible glitter for just this occasion, declared it the “cheesiest magic day eber” and tucked a cupcake into his satchel—strictly for post-curtain analysis, of course.

Waffles was especially pleased wiff the way they looked. “We are luminous. We are—dare I say—legendairy.” He took mental notes to rate the lighting and sparkle balance for the upcoming show. Meanwhile, Reuben helped smooth everyone’s horns and made sure the capes weren’t tripping hazards. He quietly set out fruit slices and crusty bread as a calming pre-show ritual while humming the opening bars of the first number.

Barry, his horn slightly askew, bounced nervously in place. “Okay. Okay. We’re rats. We’re on stage. We’re unicorms. We’re rat-unicorms. Dis is bold. Dis is wild. Dis is—wait, is that glitter on my headset?!” He looked to Baxter, who stood tall and was summoning the spirit of the unicorns, the purple fluff of his horn catching the spotlight. “Brothers,” Baxter declared, “tonight, we beliebe. We beliebe in magic, in unicorms, and in eberyone wiff a dream.”

The crowd would never know what hit them. Unicorm Day was about to become the most legendary performance in Baxter Wiff a B history.