Author's Note:
Guess what everyone? It's time for another installment in Garfield's world. Join Garfield and his friends in these fun, fabulous, funtatstic fables!
And without further ado, on with the show!
Our story opens today as we see Garfield finishing up his lunch.
"Can't wait for my mid day snack." He looked at his empty bowl.
Just then, someone came into the house via the doggy door.
"Who's there?" Garfield turned around.
It was an old gray cat who looked a bit like Garfield.
"Grandpa!" Garfield smiled. "It's been so long."
"Stow it away sonny." Grandpa walked around the house "So where's the fridge?"
"Here, I'll show you." Garfield walked his grandpa to the kitchen.
Garfield stood on his hind legs and opened the fridge with his front paws, then dropped back down on all four legs.
"Whoa." Garfield's grandpa looked at the fridge "Look at all that food. You sure got it going on sonny."
Garfield climbed into the fridge and grabbed a drumstick that Jon and Lyman had in the fridge.
"Finally, something decent." said Garfield's grandpa.
Garfield and his grandad started eating the turkey. Garfield, normally sardonic and lazy, was happy to see his grandpa.
"So, Grandpa." He smiled "It's great to see you again. I'll bet you're still the best ratter here in Middletown."
"I gave that up." Garfield's grandpa looked at him.
"Why?" Garfield raised an eyebrow.
"Ever try to gum a rat?" Garfield's grandad looked at him.
"Point taken." Garfield thought.
"How well I remember the day you were born, sonny." Garfield's grandad sighed "Yesirre, you were five pounds and six ounces at birth. Pretty big for a newborn kitten. I was out of town at the time."
"Then how do you know what happened?" Garfield gave a doubtful look.
"I heard the screaming." Garfield's grandad made a bored face.
"Tell me about my kittenhood, grandpa." Garfield smiled.
"Boy do I remember." sighed Garfield's grandad "You were born in the kitchen of Mama Leoni's Italian Restaurant. You played in the pasta, you rolled in the ravioli, and you ate all the lasanga in plain sight."
"I must've broken some eating records." Garfield smiled.
"Not to mention a few codes from the Health Department." Grandad rolled his eyes. "I'm tired. I'm going to sleep."
"Come on grandad, the night's still young." Garfield looked at his grandad "Tell me more stories. Let's talk...if we knew how to talk without telepathy that is."
"Okay," Grandad thought for a moment "Let me tell you about the flood of 42."
Garfield then fell asleep.
"Works every time." Grandad fell asleep as well.
Garfield and his grandad fell asleep into the night. The next morning, they both woke up.
"Morning grandad." Garfield yawned.
"Morning sonny." Grandad yawned as well.
Just then, Jon and Lyman came into the living room.
"Hey Jon!" Lyman exclaimed "Look at this!"
"Wow another cat." Jon saw Garfield's grandad.
"He must've stumbled onto here when we was still sleeping." Lyman said "And he seems to have bonded with Garfield."
Jon and Lyman walked over to Garfield and his grandad.
"Why, I'll bet you two are related." Jon petted both of them "I sure can see the family resemblence."
Grandad grabbed Jon by the by the neck and showed his claws.
"You'd better take that back bucko!" He hissed.
"Boy," said Jon "Garfield's relative must be a frisky one."
"Maybe we'd better leave these two to have a nice cat-to-cat conversation." said Lyman.
"Sure Lyman." said Jon "Have a nice family reunion Garfield."
Jon and Lyman left Garfield and his grandad alone.
"Grandpa, what was I like when I was little?" Garfield looked at his grandad.
Grandad squinted "Well, let me see..."
After a long explanation, Garfield had another question.
"So tell me Grandpa," He looked at his grandpa again "How's grandma doing?"
"Looking more like a haddock everyday." Grandpa licked his paw "She could give mean lessons to Atilla the Hun."
"So, you're not getting along?" Garfield raised an eyebrow.
"You might say the honeymoon's over." Garfield's grandad squinted.
"Why aren't you and Grandma not getting along, Grandpa?" Garfield looked at his grandpa.
"I only married her because she said she had a figure that couldn't quit." Grandpa squinted again.
"So?" Garfield raised an eyebrow.
"It did." Garfield's grandpa glanced.
"Did I ever tell you about the Great Famine of 59?" Garfield's grandpa raised an eyebrow "There was hardly any food so some people ate their cats."
"That's scary!" Garfield shivered.
"And you're gullible." Grandpa glanced. "You kids have it good these days. I remember when I had to walk six miles just to catch a mouse."
"I don't buy that." Garfield looked at his grandpa.
"Well I'd better get going." Grandpa went to the doggy door.
"Bye grandpa." Garfield waved his front paw "Keep in touch."
"I'll write soon." Grandpa walked out of the doggy door.
"Cats don't have thumbs to write with!" Garfield poked his head out of the doggy door.
"Now you're getting it." Grandpa walked into the distance.
Author's Note:
Looks like Garfield has had a happy reunion with his grandpa! Now we'd better see what's going on down on the farm with Orson and his friends! Stay tuned folks!