OK, I fudged a bit. The comic strip never actually showed Garfield taking a toke, but why else would the darn cat eat a purse? Those are some serious munchies is all I'm saying .
...is Samuel Beckett? A cartoon Hamlet? Whatever it is, I say, much improved.
This is a nice life if you can get it: this cat clearly has nothing better to do than to watch soap operas on the couch all day. Love his equally energetic friend lying on the coffee table in front of him. (If they're not careful, they're going to turn into Goliath.)
This is what happens when you have nothing more to do with your life than serve as the object of your owner's affection. Either this, or call yourself K-Fed. Kudos to Britney for finally kicking that cat to the curb!
It looks like those late-night lasagne cravings finally caught up with good ol' Garfield here. Squeezing through this gate ain't as easy as it used to be, and that's assuming he actually makes it to the other side. It's questionable at this point, but if he sucks it in, hangs onto the wall for resistance, huffs, and puffs, then maybe .
Garfield here is fishing around for his next meal, but can't make sense of the ice below him. Diving is out of the question, this he knows— only because he tried a number of times and then some. Talk about learning a lesson the hard way!
Turtles are known to be sluggish, but not this little guy. He's mistaken himself for some kind of cat-fighting garden guard. Sit and soak in the sun on his watch?
So if pumping iron with Snoop Dog isn't quite your style, then how about gettin' your Garfield on instead? And yes, I realize that made absolutely no sense. What do you want me to say?