QUICK! QUICK! PUT POOKY'S ARM BACK ON! Relax, Garfield. I'll fix Pooky right up. It's no big deal. No big deal?! Look, buster. I've never lost a loved one before.1 February 1983 |
 I sewed Pooky's arm back on as good as new, Garfield. Yes, but will he ever play the piano again? Me thinks the cat doth expect too much.2 February 1983 |
 You did a pretty good job of sewing Pooky's arm on. I used small stitches so as not no leave a scar. I think he's picking on me.3 February 1983 |
 Pooky, when you lost your arm, I got to thinking about our mortality, and that's depressing. So promise me you'll never lose your arm again, okay? -4 February 1983 |
 I wonder what my fortune cookie is. Today you will be whisked away to a large white building where all you have to do is lie in bed all day as lots of people pay attention to you and bring you food. That sounds too good to be true.5 February 1983 |
 I can stare anything down. Uh, Garfield, fish can't blink. Now he tells me...now that my eyeballs are all dried out?6 February 1983 |
 I wonder what awful thing is going to happen to me today? Maybe the sky will fall. Maybe Odie will bring his long lost twin brother home... Or worse yet, maybe Nermal will come for a visit.7 February 1983 |
 Oh sure, you're getting all the attention right now, Nermal, But when you grow up you'll be as unloved as I am. I'm never growing up. Who are you? Peter Pan or something? I'm a midget. Some cats get all the luck.8 February 1983 |
 If you want to be cute like me, you have to play wit a ball of yarn. That sounds simple enough. Yours is over there. I hate him9 February 1983 |
 Nermal, you're so sweet, why don't I just stuff you into this sugar bowl. Go ahead and try it, fat boy. Say, Garfield, Where's Nermal? At a humility lesson.10 February 1983 |
 You disgust me, Nermal. You're a wide-eyed, mindless, little piece of fluff. You're so cute everyone loves you. Eat your heart out, bozo. I am, I am.11 February 1983 |
 Unk. You've overstayed your welcome. Where's Nermal? You know...I was strange, he muttered "unk" and then left without a word.12 February 1983 |
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 Are you sure you want to watch this, Garfield? It's a depressing movie about a man-eating lion that terrorizes a native village. You root for your side, I'll root for mine. Lion.14 February 1983 |
 I hate movies about man-eating lions. How can an animal possibly prey on an innocent victim? Explain that to the chicken you had for dinner.15 February 1983 |
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 Tell me when the lion is finished eating the villager, okay, Garfield? You can look now. EEEEEK! He wasn't done yet! Oh, I thought you meant the MAIN parts.17 February 1983 |
 GOOD! They shot the lion! What do you think of those apples, Garfield? Big deal. At the gun it was villagers:1, lion:42.18 February 1983 |
 Well, what do you think of the man-eating lion movie? You know I hate that, Garfield.19 February 1983 |
 That ice should be good for some yuks. Ice, one. Odie, nothing. Watch this. Air mail! Have a nice trip, Jon! OH NO! MY TOMATO PASTE!20 February 1983 |
 Z BARK! -21 February 1983 |
 Oh, a heat vent. The next best thing to my sunbeam.22 February 1983 |
 Jogging is much more enjoyable if you have the proper motivation. Ding Dong ICE CREAM23 February 1983 |
 I'd better save some of this blueberry pie for Jon. To eat it all would be inconsiderate and selfish. I am what I am.24 February 1983 |
 This is called a bird feeder, Garfield. And this is called putting birdseed into the bird feeder. He can call it what he likes. I call it baiting the trap.25 February 1983 |
 WOW! LOOK AT ALL THIS GOOD FOOD AND NEAT CLOTHING! This is great stuff. Stay out of the trash, Garfield. How did you know?26 February 1983 |
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 I hate mondays. Maybe if I tore mondays off the calendar there'd be no more mondays. RIP! -28 February 1983 |
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