BURP!
Jon awoke to find a very bloated Garfield staring down at him. Don't be ashamed, Jon. Lots of people wake up in the gutter.
"Odie! Odie's been eaten!" Jon sat up with a wild look in his eyes. "Where's the lasagne? We have to get out of here!"
Relax. I saw some brave hero beat it up.
"Oh. We're safe. Poor Odie." Jon began to sob and babble unintelligibly.
Yeah. Sniff. I'm really going to miss that dumb mutt. Sniff. Tears began to roll down Garfield's cheeks. Sniff. Damn allergies!
XXXXXXXXXXXXXX SEVERAL DAYS LATER XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Jon and Garfield were sitting in front of the TV. Neither of them was really watching it. It was obvious they were thinking about Odie, as their eyes were all misted over. The sound of the news coming on woke Jon up a bit. The exclusive footage of a brave orange cat fighting 'The Italian Menace' snapped him out of it completely. He stared into Garfield's weepy eyes and thought, Nah! Couldn't be!
THE complEtioN of this story anD perhaps the beginning of another if I get lots of good reviews.
