Garfield the cat was thinking about Jon Arbuckle again. Jon was a disgusting pile of flesh with a putrid face and a hairy ass. Garfield walked over to the window and reflected on his cesspit surroundings. He had always loved romantic Muncie, Indiana with its tough, tricky trash, dead rats and nuclear waste. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel furious.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a disgusting figure of Jon Arbuckle.

Garfield puked. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a furry, soft, beer drinker with a big stomach and fat ass. His friends saw him as a filthy, sleepy slob. Once, He had even rescued Jon Arbuckle from a transvestite Homer Simpson.

But not even a furry cat who had once rescued a modern Jon Arbuckle from a transvestite, was prepared for what Jon had in store today.

The sunset caused Garfield to start heavily breathing, making Garfield sweaty and it also gave him swamp ass. Garfield grabbed an arousing candle that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Garfield stepped outside and Jon came closer, He could see the sweat pour off his forehead.

Jon gazed with the affection of a nauseated grandma. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want you now!"

Garfield looked back, even more miserable and still fingering the disgusting candles. "Jon, i secretly am peter griffin," He replied.

They looked at each other with questioning emotions, like two stinky, decomposing dead rats pouncing at a very loud funeral, which had jazz music blasting in the background and two nasty uncles loving to the beat.

Garfield regarded Jon's putrid stomach and hairy ass. "Stop following me everywhere, you creep!" yelled Jon with a mildly distressed grin.

Jon looked safe yet alone, his emotions overwhelming him like an evil, elderly lasagna.

Then Jon kicked Garfield out and had a spot a lager with his lads and lasses .

THE END