Saturday, October 4, 2014


Some time ago, I blogged about a crystalline-blue day. At long last Ratlanta has returned to those cool blue days, and I couldn’t be more gratuitous! I woke up this morning and crawled out of my hovel only to catch a bit of nip to my rat nose – my fur hasn’t grown in for the winter yet. (Not that it changes much with the seasons – it is, after all, made of rubber – but I’m sure you know what I mean.)
I sympathize greatly with all those who have been forced to spend this squeaktacular day indoors. Yikes – I’d rather be in the company of the family cat! The human who translates my rat squeaks into English for this blog is one such pitiful creature, so if you too spent the day inside, you’re not alone.
I hope you get the pawportunity to experience pawtumn in its glory days. Not only are the cool days perfect for enjoying a little hot cheese fondue, it’s also the season of my favorite pawliday! (No need to be a scaredy rat about that, though.) May this pawtumn – and every season – be your most rat-tastic yet.
Keepin’ it squeak,