I'm strong. I can handle this diet. sniff Then why do I feel like I've just lost my best friend?
1 July 1982
That apple is all you're getting for dinner, Garfield. -
2 July 1982
Gimme food. Lots of it. And right now. Yes, sir. Two adjectives never used to describe a cat are: "wishy" and "washy".
3 July 1982
I'm bored...bored, bored, bored. There must be more to life than this. I'm going to find some excitement. YUK! You're out of your territory, aren't you, fella? Hello there, stray cat. Where have you been? Cultivating a healthydislike for excitement.
4 July 1982
In our fast-paced world, relaxation is practically a lost art. Z Practically.
5 July 1982
Here you go, Garfield. Table scraps! SPLAT! That's dog food.
6 July 1982
Aren't you cute. ROWR! Why, you vicious brute! What happened to "cute"?
7 July 1982
This is a Garfield push-up. Z One.
8 July 1982
Don't look in here, Jon. It's not a pretty sight.
9 July 1982
I wish Jon would get married. FWEEE The only way he knows my dinner is ready, is when it sets off the smoke alarm.
10 July 1982
Touch my food and you're one dead dog.
11 July 1982
My fear of mondays is really childish. I must learn to face them like a man. You first, Pooky.
12 July 1982
What's that you say, little fella? Oh, very well. I'll hold you. Pooky needs me.
13 July 1982
GOBBLE! SMACK! SLURP! GARFIELD! Uh-oh. Stay right where you are or the teddy bear gets it.
14 July 1982
You lead a very special life, Pooky. You don't have to fight within dogs. You don't have to sleep. You don't have to eat. I feel sorry for you.
15 July 1982
I know, I know.
16 July 1982
17 July 1982
* * Did you whistle at my girl? No, sir. I didn't. ROWR! It was my cat! It was my cat! Well, I hope you're happy. *
18 July 1982
It's been a long time since I heard a good "splut" PUNT SPLUT
19 July 1982
BARK! splut BARK! splut
20 July 1982
Garfield, I wouldn't say you're fat... But Herman Melville wants to write a book about you. SPLUT
21 July 1982
Uh-oh! Too hard! Why haven't those eggs come down? Maybe they stuck to the ceiling. Maybe I should look. SPLUT
22 July 1982
splut splut blat blat blat SPLUT
23 July 1982
No one knows the trepidation I feel knowing somewhere out there is a "splut" with my name on it. Oop! SPLUT
24 July 1982
Surprise, Garfield! There are prizes at the bottom of the cat food. BANZAI! munch munch munch munch tweet tweet tweet tweet
25 July 1982
Just what is prowling? Let me show you. This is walking. This is prowling.
26 July 1982
Nobody knows just why cats love to prowl at night. BONK! And neither do I.
27 July 1982
Say there, little lady, what are you doing out on a night like this? Going for a stroll. You'd better sty by old Garfield's side. The night is fraught with peril. -
28 July 1982
Nighttime is magic to cats. Cats are very comfortable with darkness. KLUNK KLUNK Especially if their darn flashlights don't work.
29 July 1982
ARRRGH! You're supposed to be on my side!
30 July 1982
What should I do this weekend? CLICK! I think I'll just sit around and blink a lot.
31 July 1982