Fleaster

 
Happy Fleaster, everyone! What a squeaktacular day!
 
All of us in the Rat hovel were up a bit earlier than we’d be on a typical Sunday morning giving our fur a little extra grooming before scuttling off to church, because just like you humans, we like to make sure we’re dressed our best on this day, one of the most sacred of the year. And despite the name “Fleaster,” we made sure our fur was free from the itchy little buggers.
 
Church service was wonderful as we all – humans and rodents together – celebrated the resurrection of the Christ, and as the people partook of their communion, our pastor, who is quietly quite fond of us little guys, made sure to spare some unleavened bread crumbs and grape juice so that we could honor Jesus in our own way.
 
The pups weren’t disappointed this morning before church either, as overnight the Easter Rattit had left goodies and treats in our nestlets. He even brought my favorite – blue Easter eggs – which are filled to the brim with bleu cheese.
 
I hope this Fleaster has been your happiest yet, that you’ve been able to spend it with family and feasting, and, if you celebrate the religious holiday, that it’s been a time for you to rejoice and express your gratitude to God. And despite the funny name, I hope your fur has been well groomed and flea-free!
 
Keepin’ it squeak,
Bob