I recently had the privilege of admiring a lot of Garfield cartoons because my girlfriend loves them. She is absolutely in love with Garfield and his antics. I have to agree, his actions are just plain, "awesome." His lazy nature, and counter productive attitude is hilarious, but that is not the only reason why I am starting to fall in love with the cartoons. I used to own a cat and his name was Monty, yet his name should have been Garfield. I believe that he was Garfield brought to life, he was a Turkish Angora mix, with slight shades of orange running down his back. Garfield loves to eat lasagna, Monty loved to eat anything he could get a hold of, his palette for food knew no bounds, but he did love dairy products. One day I made breakfast for myself and I put sour cream on top of whatever I was eating then I turned away for a split second to grab a fork to dig in, but when I turned around Monty had not only jumped on the table but was helping himself to the sour cream. Looking back I think that if I had left him to it I am sure he would have eaten my breakfast. I could not help but laugh when I seen him on top of the table but I was hungry so I took him off and gave him the sour cream off of my food and I had to remake my breakfast. Garfield is drawn by Jim Davis and I think that Jim must have had a cat similar to mine wandering around. My parents have owned three cats before I brought Monty home as a kitten so we knew the drill of how to take care of them but Monty was in a league of his own. That cat was smart, whenever I was home he had to be near me, whenever I got up to grub I started to notice Monty would run to his food bowl when I opened the fridge. As an experiment one day I got up to open the fridge for the heck of it, twice, and I did not get any food out of it. Yet when I looked at Monty he somehow knew that just by me getting up and opening the fridge it meant it was chow time. That cat was fat and lazy just like Garfield, sometimes when I would come home after work, he would get up and rush to see me at the door then after he knew it was me he went into sloth mode. In every sense of the word bum he fit every category well. If Monty could have spoken I imagine the conversations we would have had would have probably been like those between Jon and Garfield. A sort of tete a tete between two sarcastic, lazy individuals, and I would have loved every minute of it. Monty was a great cat, but he was strictly an indoor cat because the poor boy could not fight to save his fat butt; his brother Sammy used to wrestle him down and push him around all the time. It was always a funny thing to see during the day but the sound of bells ringing back and forth was a major pain in the ass at two in the morning. I am sure wherever Monty is, his new owner is probably enjoying that cat's company and I am sure there could never be another Monty, he was my Garfield and he has left the bar high for any other cat my family will own.
Okay, seriously? I really don’t even want to know why you don’t have Monty anymore because I’m sure that would make me sad and I don’t want to be sad. Second of all, I love Garfield. He’s so hysterical and I can remember growing up and having my father read the comics to me on Saturday morning (how old do I sound, geez). I can absolutely see where you’re coming from because I’ve got a fat cat of my own. I fondly refer to her as Twinkles. She’s twenty-one pounds (bigger than our last Thanksgiving turkey, if you’d like a comparison). She does absolutely nothing and will eat whatever she can get her paws on; pizza, salsa, Hot Cheetos, you name it. Just last night, there was a bug in my room and she walked up to it and SNIFFED it. She didn’t eat it or fight it, she just sat right over it and did nothing. She’s fairly useless, but I love her to death.
ReplyDeleteI think the reason why I love Garfield so much now is because he reminds me so much of my cat, so I completely understand where you’re coming from. For future reference, I say, guard your food before you get a fork. You’re only one person, after all.