Z ZZZ-ZZF-ZZZ-ZZ Must be monday ZZZ-ZZF-ZZZ-ZZF-ZZZ-
1 June 1987
You know, Garfield... I wouldn't say you're fat, but... Then don't.
2 June 1987
I bought you a surprise today, Garfield! It's a sweater made especially for you! Wide Load -
3 June 1987
YAWN I think the old blanket is due for a wash.
4 June 1987
We cats love to roam around in the dark. Our keen eyesight allows us to see perfectly in the blackest of... click I think I'll curl up and die now.
5 June 1987
Here's something a little different for dinner tonight, Garfield. I'm putting you on a high-fiber diet. -
6 June 1987
Let me guess. There's another spider in the house. ARRRRGH! GARFIELD! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO LIE NEAR THE DOOR?! I'M SICK OF TRIPPING OVER YOU! All right! All right! Why does this always happen to me? ARRRRGH! HOWMANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU
7 June 1987
Normally, I hate alarm clocks. But this one I like. It's broken.
8 June 1987
WOOAAH! trip GARFIELD! Watch where you're going! Why don't YOU watch where I'm going?
9 June 1987
A spider! YIPE! Whew!
10 June 1987
Oh, Jon, may I borrow your book for just a moment? WHAP! Thank you so much. Anytime.
11 June 1987
Tell me, Garfield. If nature is goverend by survival of the fittest... HOW COME YOU'RE STILL AROUND?! I stay out of drafts.
12 June 1987
Z You're pathetic, Garfield. What am I going to do with you? Well, for starters, you could occasionally wake me and remind me to swallow. Help me.
13 June 1987
CRUNCH YAWN Z Z Z Z PUNT! Z Yawn. I had the most wonderful dream last night. WHUMP!
14 June 1987
Yawn-well let's see what kind of day today is... CRICK CRICK CRICK CRICK CRICK CRICK CRICK CRICK CRICK It's a nine cricker.
15 June 1987
I could look like this if I wanted to. But, I don't have enough hands.
16 June 1987
Hey, Garfield, you're going to be nine years old this friday. Thanks for reminding me. As cats go, you're approaching the golden years. The heck with the golden years. I'm five and holding.
17 June 1987
What's the matter, Garfield? Feeling your years now that you're turning nine? Come closer, my son. I'm having trouble hearing you. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
18 June 1987
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GARFIELD!! That sure is a lot of candles. Oh well, I should be happy to have a birthday, I guess. fffff As opposed to the alternative.
19 June 1987
Yup. I'm nine years old all right. According to the rings under my eyes.
20 June 1987
I hate it when Odie plays by my rules. Sigh...time to wake up and go to bed. SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE YAWN It must have been something I ate.
21 June 1987
POOMP! BLAT! SQUIRT!
22 June 1987
YEEEOW! I'm hungry. SWIPE THAt HURT!! I'll say...I think I broke a nail.
23 June 1987
There you go, Garfield. Eat heartly! Dry cat food and hose water. Be still, my beating taste hurts.
24 June 1987
Garfield, we're out of cat food. How about dog food instead? Let me put it this way, it's either dog food or nothing. Arf. I'll get it.
25 June 1987
Look, Garfield, I don't care if you think it tastes awful. You'd better eat that because you're not getting anything else! SPLUT! Hmmm...he's right. It DOES taste pretty awful.
26 June 1987
Do you know how to get a finicky cat to heat his cat food? Pretend you're going to take it away from him. It works every time.
27 June 1987
You're going on a diet, Jon! NO! NO! Z Z Z SNORT. WHA?!! GARFIELD, I'M TRYING TO SLEEP! WHAT DO YOU WANT? What every other cat in the world wants from its owner at 3:00 A.M. My teddy bear!
28 June 1987
FLIP FLIP FLIP FLIP FLIP Just as I thought, june 29, 1987. "The World's Longest Monday".
29 June 1987
Garfield! You fixed my funny glasses! Yup. How did you do it? I used glue. HEY! THEY'RE STUCK TO MY FACE! Gee, Jon, I guess this means I'll never be able to take you seriously again.
30 June 1987