The raindrops descended rapidly outside the window, like miniature grenades that exploded upon impact with the ground. Bolts of lightning briefly illuminated the sky, before disappearing as quickly as they appeared. Each deafening clap of thunder was enough to make the fat orange feline jump slightly.
He was locked in a small, damp room, the walls of which were comprised of depressing, gray bricks. Even though this was a pound, Garfield figured they could have at least hired some decent decorators.
He glanced over at the small, yellow dog a few feet away, who was currently deep in a content slumber, despite the loud storm raging outside. I thought dogs could hear everything, thought Garfield. How can he sleep through all this?
A strong gust of wind blew through the open window, causing the temperature of the room to drop slightly. Garfield noticed Odie curl up tighter in his sleep, and he thought he saw him shiver momentarily.
"Poooor Odie," Garfield mused aloud. "He probably doesn't even know what's going on. In fact, I don't even know what's going on. Why is this all happening so quickly? How did I get here? And why... am I whispering?"
This is the prologue to a novelization I might work on of the first animated Garfield special, Here Comes Garfield. I don't know why I came up with this idea; I was half-asleep when I first thought of this, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. So whatever.