Barry is technically on the mend, but right now he’s about 38% bisible and 138% a disaster. His reappearance is happening slowly, so he currently looks like an apperitishun in a hospital robe.

The real problem? The hospital gown they used to “track him” keeps taping itself to his chart, the bed, and occasionally passing nurses. Every time someone tries to help, Barry ends up spinning like a confused piñata, shouting things like, “I HAB RIGHTS!” and “DON’T PULL THAT, IT’S ATTACHED TO MY DIGNITY!”

Earlier today, Barry tried to sneak to the vending machine. What people saw was basically just a robe, some tangled tape, and two suspiciously floating chip bags sprinting down the hallway. One doctor described the event as “an important reminder to never skip lunch.”

We are confident Barry will fully return to the visible world soon.

We are less confident the hospital will ever emotionally recover.

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.

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!