The mid autumn air was crisp and warm, pumpkin spice filled the air, the golden sun hung overhead. 8 o'clock. John woke up with animal dander filling his nose, Odie sleeping right on his chest. The dog snoring softly upon his chest. John was almost done moving. "Ugh Mondays" Garfield growled, stretching. His claws unsheathed and sheathed.

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Bacon lasagna
HumorWaddles x Garfield (goal: make it longer then that loud house fanfic)