"Well, let's just see what Day it is.
Hmm, it's Monday ugh ...
A Monday, in February UGH ... ...
Monday ... FEBRUARY the 13th!!?
AARRGGH!!!!"
Garfield
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"Awaiting the Return of
The Great Pumpkin."
Linus

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A #WRITCO Comedy

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AUTUMN'S
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FALL

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"Well, well, well," I thought to myself, lounging on my favorite chair, belly full of lasagna, "Another day of doing absolutely nothing, and I've never felt more alive." That's the thing about being a cat; you get to bask in the sweet, sweet indolence of existence without anyone judging you. After all, isn't that what Mondays are for? Avoiding the harsh glare of productivity and embracing the warm embrace of slothfulness. But, alas, my blissful nap was interrupted by the jingle of a collar.

Odie, that slobbering, overenthusiastic dog of a friend, came bounding into the room, his eyes wide with excitement. "Hi, Garfield!" he panted, tail wagging like a metronome on steroids. "Jon's got a surprise for us!" Surprise, shmprise, I thought, rolling my eyes. The only thing Jon ever surprises me with is more diets and exercise, and frankly, I've had enough of both to last me nine cat lives.

"Garfield," Jon announced, stepping into the room with a grin wider than a Cheshire Cat's, "we're going to have some company tonight. The Peanuts gang is coming over for trick or treat!" My ears perked up. Now, I don't know much about this 'Peanuts' business, but I do know that their neighborhood is notorious for the kind of candy that could give Willy Wonka a run for his money. This might be interesting.

"And who are these 'Peanuts' you speak of?" I inquired with the enthusiasm of a cat who's just...