BARK! - - POW! POW! - CRACK! - CRASH! - GRRRR - - They don't tell you about these things in the pet magazines.
1 July 1979
You're too fat, Garfield. - Why, I'll bet you haven't seen your feet in years. - I have feet?
2 July 1979
CRUNCH - I think it's time to put you on another diet, Garfield. - Whatever gave him that idea?
3 July 1979
I'm starting your diet, Garfield. - How would you like this head of cabbage prepared? Deep-fry that sucker. - Boiled it is. What we have here is a failure to communicate.
4 July 1979
Hmmm, diet candy. - Not bad. - A couple more boxes of those things and I'll be skinnier than a rail.
5 July 1979
This diet I'm on has sure made me weak. - PUNT! - * - Drat, he usually clears the piano.
6 July 1979
I wonder what I'd look like skinny? - - GARFIELD! YOUR DIET! My vanity.
7 July 1979
FOOD! - That's this? - I appears to be of the crescent roll family. - A true gourmet never shies away from a new taste treat. - (smack) A bit dry, but palatable. - Garfield, have you seen my sweat socks?
8 July 1979
Cats are the world's greatest tree climbers. - There's only one tiny problem... - Cats are also the world's worst tree climber downers.
9 July 1979
I've made up my mind. The only way out of this tree is to jump. I may break every bone in my body, but here goes. - - There again...
10 July 1979
Catch the rope, Garfield! - Now tie it around your waist and I'll pull you down. HA-HA-HA! - I'll get Jon for that.
11 July 1979
I've come to rescue you, Garfield. - Uh-oh. - Well, this is just ducky.
12 July 1979
There's only one way out of this tree, Garfield. - We'll have to jump. - Gee, I'd love to but I simply haven't a thing to wear to our funeral.
13 July 1979
Either we jump, or we'll starve up here, Garfield. I'm with you. - GERONIMO!! -
14 July 1979
Ahem...me, me, meee - MEYOWRRR - BONK - I wonder if this is how Enrico Caruso got his start. - MEYOWRRRR - CLOBBER!! - clink clink clank - MEYOWRR bink
15 July 1979
ZOOM! - Why, oh why, oh why, oh why, do cats do these things?
16 July 1979
I'm getting out of this tree if it kills me - - POOMP! - Gee, that didn't hurt at all.
17 July 1979
What are you doing with the ice pick, Garfield? - stab stab stab stab stab - The only way to eat peas. Oh.
18 July 1979
Well, hello there, good-looking. - Say, what're you doing tonight? - How about coming to my place for dinner?
19 July 1979
Say, how about popping over to my place for a late-night snack? - Ha-ha-ha. You needn't be afraid of little ol' me. - If you like, you can bring a friend and we'll have dessert, too.
20 July 1979
I'm sorry. We don't serve cats here. - - What will you and your dog have, sir?
21 July 1979
GO GET 'IM, GARFIELD! - - Opps! SQUEAK! - Everyone stand back! Give him some air! - Artificial respiration might help. - Okay, go, boy! - Phew! For a minute there I thought I was out of a job.
22 July 1979
Come on, Garfield. Let's go see your vet. - She sure is cute. - Why is every time HE gets a hot flash, I have to go to the doctor?
23 July 1979
How about a date, doc? I'd sooner die. - Well don't do *that*. - Nothing like a snappy comeback to save face.
24 July 1979
How about a date, sweetheart? - That's *doctor' to you. - Okay, how about a date, *doctor' sweetheart?
25 July 1979
Tell me, doc. - Do you make house calls? - It's not the veterinary medicine I mind. It's some of the animals I have to work with.
26 July 1979
- Tell me, doctor, what do you suggest for an animal who's madly in love? - I usually prescribe neutering.
27 July 1979
We'll make an appointment for Garfield's next checkup in about six months. - What if there's an emergency? Then you can call me day or night. - Come on, Garfield. Let's go home and play in traffic. That's not funny.
28 July 1979
- CRASH! - SMASH! - leap! - SPLAT! Take that!
29 July 1979
- ZOOM! - How do they know when it's bath day?
30 July 1979
BATH TIME! - chuckle chuckle - Okay, who put oatmeal in the soapbox? Well, sprinkle me with brown sugar and call me for breakfast.
31 July 1979