Garfield yawned and scratched. He hated everyone. "I hate everyone." As he was walking down the road, an anvil fell on him, crushing him to death.
"Oh crap!" Jon said when he saw his dead cat's remains. Odie lapped up the blood, much to Jon's amusement. Then he ripped out his intestines and swung them around like a chew toy.
There was no funeral. It was a freaking cat for God's sake.
The next day, Nermal rang the doorbell. Jon answered it.
"Oh hey Nermal," Jon muttered.
"Yes, it's me, the world's CUUUUUTEST kitty cat!!" Nermal thought in a feminine voice, although nobody heard him. The grey kitten bounced around in circles on all fours, then began to run towards Garfield's bed.
Jon stopped him, saying nonchalantly and not sadly at all, "Oh, if you're looking for Garfield, he's dead." He began to regret saying that when he saw Nermal's eyes start getting huge and watery. "Oh, dammit..."
Nermal cried. And cried. And CRIED.
FIN
