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
GARFIELD'S LAW: Cats can't hear commands... Garfield! Get off the bed! Cats can't understand cajoling... See? Even Tommy the Clown likes his new cat food. But they do sense when you want to take them to the vet. Let's go for a ride,Garfield.
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
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
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