Jon Arbuckle sighed, slouching over his small, cheap desk. Once again, Liz had expressed her uninterest with him. Once again, he was made the fool. He felt his eyes sting as he raised his fist and slammed it against the wood.
In the corner of his eye, Jon spotted a familiar orange blob resting on the arm chair. Garfield… That smug cat was the bane of Jon's existence. Perhaps he was delusional, but he swore that cat found amusement in his relationship "mishaps".
"Not for long…" He thought, strolling into the kitchen. Jon pulled out the sharpest knife he could find. He snickered to himself as he made his way back to that orange tabby.
"Garfield!" Jon harshly prodded the cat with his knee. Garfield merely opened one eye which infuriated Jon further. "I'm going to make lasagna!"
Garfield straightened up his black eyes staring at Jon expectantly. Jon smirked firmly grasping the knife in his hand.
That night the neighbors swore they heard the shrill screams of a cat.