Jon stared at Garfield. "I really do think you reply," he said to his cat. "I wonder what you are saying?" he said. Odie suddenly woke up. He sniffed around for food, his eyes gleaming and his tongue hanging out as usual. He walked over to his food dish and whined.
"I guess you want food." Jon said, picking up the dog food bag out of the cupboard. He poured kibble into the bowl and put the bag back. "There you go, boy." he said. Garfield stood.
"When do I get my food? I'm not going to whine like a dog, no pun intended, to get it." he said grumpily. Jon looked at the cat.
"Oh yes, you need food too. How about this?" he asked already putting cat food in Garfield's dish. Garfield stared at Jon.
"I would prefer lasagna." he said, sniffing at the food. Suddenly the door bell rang. Jon immediately went to the door, opening it and seeing that it was his neighbor, Mrs. Jones.
"What is wrong, Mrs. Jones?" he asked. Mrs. Jones pointed to her yard, which looked like a tornado had passed through.
"That is what's wrong. I saw your cat kicking your dog into that pot." she said, pointing to a broken pot. "And he simply walked off, but the dog looked hurt. But he just got up and went inside. That was last night. I would have told you earlier but I didn't want to disturb you while you slept, although your pets did to me!" she said with a huff, putting her hands on her hips and striding off. Jon looked at Garfield.
"Did you do this?" he asked, tapping his foot.
"Actually, Odie did. Didn't you hear? That awful lady just said it to your face." Garfield said, smartly. Jon picked up the fat cat and put him outside. Then he put Odie's collar and leash around him and tied him to a tree.
"And stay there." he said, walking back into the house. Garfield stared at the door that was recently shut.
"What about me? Why did you do this? Dog leashes are meant for dogs!" he said, pouting.
