Movie night was your favourite. Even though Garfield could be loud and never shut up during serious scenes, they were still your favourite. You were setting up the snacks on the table, the huge monitor as your television as you pushed the sofa's across the room, making sure they were facing the huge TV at a good distance. It was easier when Garfield did all of this stuff, but he'd been keeping an eye on the nachos in the microwave. Or, at least that's what you thought.

You swatted away the green wasp that was obnoxiously buzzing in your ear with a frown, and Garfield suddenly appeared behind you with a small thud and a boyish laugh, nudging your side playfully. "Got you, didn't I? You really thought it was a wasp, didn't you?"

In the same breath, he complimented the snacks, and then realised he'd neglected to look after the nachos. He quickly speeded off as you finished setting up the table, and he returned with a two huge bowls of steaming hot nachos and a big, exited grin on his face. They smelled delicious. He set them on the table, and flopped unceremoniously onto the sofa.

"So," he spoke, tugging you down next to him. "What do we wanna watch this time?"