Wiff lub from Canada

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!

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Cheese Box!

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!




Pet Day

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

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Ratty Box Car Wash

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!!

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Unicorm Day 2025

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.

A Special Performance

Barry adjusted his headset and summoned the backstage crew paws pressed dramatically to his cheeks. “Okay, okay, don’t tell Baxter I spilled the cheese,” he whispered, wide-eyed. “But tomorrow is Unicorm Day—and the entire cast is going to wear unicorm costumes for the entire show. Eberyone. Tails, horns, sparkly hoobes, the works. It’s a surprise for the audience! I ordered glitter wiff the confetti. He glanced nervously at the purple mane and gold horn draped across the table. “It’s gonna be magical. Or a disaster. Or a magical disaster. Either way, it will be fun!”

Sock time

I’ll be in here if you need me. Leftober pamcakes from yesterdays meeting are on the kitchen counter, and the maple syrup is in the fridge.

It’s Baxter Wiff a Birffday!!

Today marks the grand finale ob the long and legendary birffday celebrashuns—a week filled wiff joy, surprises, and cheese in all its glorious forms. We’re wrapping it all up in classic style: wiff a traditional party, hats on heads, paws on the table, and one final cake to rule them all.

This masterpiece ob a dessert was lovingly crafted, baked wiff cheese ganache and pure hope—each layer stacked wiff dreams, and frosted wiff joy. The candles flickered, the brothers cheered, and Baxter, beaming from ear to tuft, made a wish that probably involbed adbenture, unity, and more Broadway dreams.

If this was a scene in the show, it would go somefing like dis:

[Scene: A cozy corner café, decked out wiff glowing string lights, balloons, and banners reading “Happy Birffday Baxter!” Reuben is finishing setting the last place setting. Fish sneaks a pawful of grated cheese. Waffles clears his throat and taps a spoon against a teacup.]

Waffles (singing):
🎶 It’s a birffday wiff a B, bring the cake and harmony!
We’ve traveled far and traveled wide,Now we party by your side! 🎶

Barry (singing, stepping out shyly):
🎶 I wrote this chord just late last night,
A little tune wiff cheese and Light Leaded DesignsBaxter, you’re the bravest soul,
You make this messy world feel whole. 🎶

[Reuben tosses streamers and hums a harmony while arranging pastries. Fish pops up on a cupcake stand, spinning a tiny cheese wheel.]

Fish (singing, with a spin):
🎶 I mapped each wedge, each rind, each cabe,
But you, dear Bax, are the one I crabe—
For snacks, for laughs, for time machine dibes,
You keep us bold, you keep dreams alibe! 🎶

[Cue soft jazz swell. Baxter enters dramatically through a beaded curtain, wearing his birthday crown, looking both regal and completely surprised.]

Baxter (singing, with deep Broadway gravitas):
🎶 Two years strong and still I roam,
Fru crumbs ob time, dis crown, dis home!
Brothers close, our tale’s not done—
We ride the wind, we chase the sun! 🎶

[The brothers circle Baxter, gently swaying. Cake is brought out—sparkling, grand, wiff frosting made of cheese ganache and pure hope. Lights dim except for a glowing spotlight on the cake.]

All (in harmony):
🎶 Blow the candles, make a wish,
One more slice upon your dish.From tiny paws to mighty leaps,
Baxter’s tale is one that keeps…
On dancing fru the alley breeze…
On singing fru the smell ob cheese…
He’s the rat who dares to be—
The star wiffin our symphony! 🎶

[Confetti falls (parmesan). Final pose. Fish waves a cheese flag. Lights fade out to warm golden glow. Curtain.]

We Come Wiff Peas


In the glittering bastness ob space, somewhere between the Andromeda Galaxy and a really good cheese shop, a second alien birthday bash was underway —Baxter and Pockets actual birthday is April 2nd, so it’s a long weekend full ob festibities. Dis crew ob intergalactic rat ambassadors just landed via flying saucer for a celebration like no other. Sporting stylish antennae hats in cosmic greens and purples, these tiny space-trabelers gathered around a bowl overflowing wiff the universal delicacy: peas. Their message to Larry’s planet was clear, spelled out on tiny signs held wiff proud paws: “We Come Wiff Peas.”

The mood was festive, the air scented wiff joy and legumes, as the rats mingled beneaff a starry sky. Some nibbled peas, others posed for interstellar snapshots, while one particularly diplomatic rat attempted to negotiate a trade deal inbolbing cheese wedges and moon rocks. It was more than a birthday—it was a declaration ob friendship, a celebration ob unity, and a reminder that no matter how far you travel across the galaxy, peas and parties bring eberyone together.