Hola! Happy Squeako de Mayo!
Today my Mexican rat brethren celebrate their heritage. People and rodents all over are taking to the streets in revelry. You can hear their shrieks for miles – although I hope some of those human shrieks aren’t coming out of fear as a rat scuttles across their path.
My own human family doesn’t have any salsa running through their blood (they’re more of Irish descent), but they still plan to observe the pawliday in their own way – gastronomically – with some steak-and-chicken fajitas. And thankfully, they’re giving me no small amount of queso fresco on the side!
Squeako de Mayo pestivities in the rodent realm wouldn’t be complete without the traditional Mexican Rat Dance, in which we all hold paws and scuttle around a sombrero. Male rats nuzzle the muzzles of their dames and afterward we all indulge in our favorite Mexican food: furritos!
Whether or not you hail from this land of sun and beauty, I hope you get the chance to observe the pawliday in your own way. So grab your sombrero, nuzzle some muzzles, and don’t forget the furriots and fresco!
Keepin’ it squeak,
Bob
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