I'd like to make another appointment, Liz. Sure, when? - How about Friday night for dinner? - NO! Subtle but firm.
1 December 1983
Your cat is in good health, Mr. Arbuckle. Dandy. Now let's talk about us. - Let's do. Really? - You owe me forty dollars. I just adore love patter.
2 December 1983
Hi, Odie. - - If that dog's brain were a car, it would be jammed in neutral.
3 December 1983
GASP! - OH NO! WE'RE OUT OF COFFEE! - This is your fault, you guzzler! You didn't buy any! - Look at us, Garfield. We're getting irritable and shaky. We need coffee! - SNIFF...WHAZAT?! ZAT!S COFFEE! - EEEK! LOOK, HUBERT! PEEPING TOMS! Don't
4 December 1983
It's time you earn your keep around here, Garfield. There's a mouse hole and there's some cheese. You know what to do. - I certainly do. -
5 December 1983
Here's the scenario: cat crouches by cheese waiting for mouse to exit hole to retrieve same. Cat catches mouse. Fade out. The End. - Heck with it. - I prefer stories with a happy ending.
6 December 1983
Why should I have to catch an innocent little mouse? I have nothing against him. In fact, he's kind of lovable. - If you don't catch that mouse, I'm putting you out i the cold! - The furry twerp dies.
7 December 1983
This is demeaning. I have a noble heritage. I am a unique, vital individual. - And all I'm considered as around here is a mousetrap. - I must speak to my kitty litter changer about that.
8 December 1983
I don't want to catch that mouse. He's cute. I've even nicknamed him... - - "Stretch"
9 December 1983
- - Live and let live, I say.
10 December 1983
* _ I'm just a ramlin' kind of guy...ramlin', ramblin' - rambl - - Oh, no! I've heard terrible things about city sewers! - They say the pet alligators that are flushed into the sewers grow to huge proportions. - But this is ridiculous.
11 December 1983
OH NO! DON'T MAKE ME DO IT! ANYTHING BUT THAT! - TURN BACK! TURN BACK! - Sometimes, a cat's feet just gotta climb.
12 December 1983
Here I am, stuck up a tree. Things couldn't be worse. - Okay, okay, NOW things couldn't be worse. - BOOM
13 December 1983
I maybe stranded up a tree... - But at least I'm on a sturdy limb. - The story of my life.
14 December 1983
Hey, fatso. What does a bird like you eat? - Cats. - chirp chirp
15 December 1983
This isn't safe. - Shoo! Shoo! Somebody might get hurt! - TOING!
16 December 1983
A way down! All I have to do is dive into that birdbath. - - 7.0 6.5
17 December 1983
Uh-oh, I feel a sneeze coming on! - Wah, wah. - WAH! WAH! WAH! - WACHOO! - Auntie em! Auntie em! Yeah, I got you, my pretty, and your little dog, too.
18 December 1983
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hope that St. Nicholas soon would be there; FILL THIS ONE, SANTA! - The children
19 December 1983
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. WHAT'S A SASH? - The moon on the breast of the new-fallen
20 December 1983
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came. And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen! ON, DOPEY! ON, SNEEZY! ON, HAPPY! - "To
21 December 1983
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. OH, NO! A CHIMNEY MONSTER! - He was dressed all in fur,
22 December 1983
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth. And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook when he laughed, like a bowiful of jelly. HO! HO! HO! A FEW SIT-UPS WOULD TAKE CARE OF
23 December 1983
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like to down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, are he drove out of sight, - HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT! WHAT A NICE GUY, WHAT A NICE STORY. -
24 December 1983
- Merry Christmas, Garfield. I got you some great presents! - Here is a radio controlled mouse... - And a mink scratching post! - ptoo - Odie, that bone is everything you own in the world. - It's the expensive gifts that impress me.
25 December 1983
Heh he rattle rattle - Cats have such active imaginations. I wonder what's going on in Garfield's mind right now. - Well...here I am, in a brown paper bag.
26 December 1983
Interesting. - Residing in a brown paper bag gives one an all-new perspective of one's self. - I feel like a dirty magazine.
27 December 1983
This bag needs eyeholes. - rip rustle rustle - Something's not right here.
28 December 1983
Got my sack, got my eyeholes, what more could a cat need? - ARRRRGH! - Armholes, definitely armholes.
29 December 1983
Awk! There's someone in this bag with me. - Oh, it's you. - Hello, bellybutton.
30 December 1983
fffff - POW! - I didn't know you were in the bag, Garfield. I was playing a trick on Odie. At least I died for a good cause.
31 December 1983