It's nice to be back in the country with space to roam. - Space to breathe. Space to be me. - Space to be BORED!
1 November 1982
I think I'll have an egg for breakfast. - crack! - Mommy! Maybe chicken for lunch.
2 November 1982
Mommy! - Look, kid, I'm not your mommy. I'm a boy. Boys can't be mommies. - Daddy!
3 November 1982
What's that, daddy? It's lasagna. And don't call me daddy. - Here. Have a piece. Yuk! - NO SON OF MINE WOULD REFUSE LASAGNA!
4 November 1982
Stop hanging around me, kid. Just remember, you're a tender young chicken and I'm a very hungry cat. - I guess I have that little giblet the what for. - EYOW!
5 November 1982
For the last time, kid, I'm not your daddy. You're a chicken and I'm a cat. - Now go back to your mother. Goodbye, daddy. -
6 November 1982
Let's job, Garfield. I'll sit this one out, thank you. - pppppp - RRRRRRRRR - BARK! BARK! BARK! SHOOP! - ROWF! FFT! - ARRRRRRRRGH! BARK MROW! Pack your bags, Reba. The neighborhood's gone strange.
7 November 1982
GARFIELD'S LAW: Cats move at a speed proportionate to the amount of food at their destination. They may even exceed the speed of sound. - - Meow.
8 November 1982
GARFIELD'S LAW: Cats are independent. Cats are loners... - - They are underfoot only when you're carrying groceries. Sorry about that.
9 November 1982
GARFIELD'S LAW: Cats instinctively know the precise moment their owners will awake... - - Then they awaken them ten minutes sooner.
10 November 1982
GARFIELD'S LAW: Cats are naturally attracted to only one type of human being... - - The type who is allergic to cats. WAHCHOO!
11 November 1982
12 November 1982
GARFIELD'S LAW: Cats shed in direct proportion to their contrast with a person's suit. - -
13 November 1982
- How about a shot of flea powder, Garfield? If you can hit a moving target. - SCREEEE - I guess it's safe to eat. - GOTCHA! - I guess I pulled a good one on Garfield. - Guess again, sucker.
14 November 1982
I hate mondays. - And just why do I hate mondays? - Because mondays hate me.
15 November 1982
There's one thing I hate worse than grapefruit. - - And that is hating grapefruit.
16 November 1982
I hate mornings. - I hate the fuzzy feeling. I hate the cold floors. - I hate the bad breath.
17 November 1982
I hate cute. - - I also hate people who try to ingratiate themselves.
18 November 1982
chuking KONK! - I hate toasters. - chuking KRONK
19 November 1982
I hate hating things. - Check that. - I love hating dogs. PUNT!
20 November 1982
this? - I don't even want to know where this goes. - Hello, Garfield. ARRRGH! - He's fainted dead away. He's daddy's little trooper.
21 November 1982
- Oh, gee. I can't get into my bed with these muddy feet. - Z
22 November 1982
I love to sleep. I sleep to restore my energy. - I sleep to refresh my wits. - I sleep to escape.
23 November 1982
- Z - Garfield! What happened? I had a nap attack at full throttle.
24 November 1982
If I were to come back to this earth, I'd like to come back as a pillow. - I could lie in bed all day. - And people would put their heads in my lap and go to sleep.
25 November 1982
UH-OH! HERE COMES THAT MEAN DOG! - Nobody would ever harm a sleeping cat? - Wrongo.
26 November 1982
- Z Z - Z Z My feet fell asleep.
27 November 1982
scratching post. - I wonder if it's worth it. I'll ignore that remark. - I swear, sometimes I don't know why I keep him.
28 November 1982
SNAP! SQUEAK! What's that? - Oh, no! Since I'm not a mouser, Jon set a mousetrap. Now it's killed a mouse! - If you did your job, I wouldn't be in this fix.
29 November 1982
I'm sorry you got caught in that mousetrap, mouse. Oh, that's okay. I have a wife and eight kids. - What doest that have to do with anything? - This is the first peace and quiet I've had in years.
30 November 1982