Garfield by Jim Davis for June 15, 2012

I need to remember that line.

Garfield probably hugs better than Jon.

Ah, nothing like a thoughtful liar to make the day tolerable.

I wouldn’t say that, but I’ve known a couple of cats that redeemed their whole species by their affection…

Let’s call this moment “Liar bonding”.

Oh did I mention this IS your ninth?

Thats the first time ive seen Liz touch Garfield without the white coat and thermometer.

@Alain HarperRead somewhere that cats sleep 16 hours a day. The trick is to to catch them during that 8 hour window of opportunity,and during the 10 minute window within the 8 hour window that they care to be bothered with you at all.

so better Garfield ha haaa

Everytime I came home My cat always greeted me and always wanted to be picked up and be carried. He always wanted to lick my face everytime I came home. In 2000 the week before Thanksgiving he died @16. I found him when he was aprox 1 year old (at least an educated guess from the vet).RIP my Moris the Cat.

Lying is such a wonderful sign of love

I wish my cat would hug me like that

Awwwwwwww!

That’s all I can say.

xxx

My cat Jack here in the avatar is 13 now and still spunky as ever!

AWW :-( I am so sorry to hear that about your dear sweet cat, Moris, Tinyman :-( You gave him a loving forever home :-) I hope you will be able to find another cat to share your home with :-)

Just like cats, lie to me. I will lie to you too just do not call me on it or I will call you the liar.

Our neighbor had a Siamese that loved people. If you put your hands out, he would leap into your arms, wrap his paws around your neck (never with even a hint of a claw to hold on), and cuddle on your shoulder while purring like an idling Peterbilt.

it don’t matter to me where i lie or tell the truth…i am still gonna be in trouble !!!!!!!

How could a cat live for 34 years?!!!!!!!!

The cat got farther with her than she did Jon ever did!

@dfowensbyThe passage of time has somehow blunted the memory of all the detailed facts which you have mentioned. The nice, warm, squoozy feeling you mentioned brought back memories of the most unpleasant sort, but also of the perpetrators of that squoozy feeling. Cleaning of that matter between the toes required a strong constitution.

@Alain HarperThe terrifying moment when we commune with nature and WE become the prey to the predators.

@whitecarabaoA fellow gearjammer. Never in my 43 years on the road did get to hear the purr of a Pete up close. Did hear the roar of a White Freightliner, though.Did lend assistance in paying the bills, though. Closest to a Pete was a Kenworth cabover.

@whitecarabaoWith a rubber block suspension. My back has never been the same since.