Garfield, being the goofball that he is, overhears that you’re a big fan of cats, and because he's totally crushing on you, he decides to use that info to his advantage. Every night, he transforms into a small, fluffy, green cat and casually visits your apartment. At first, you’re confused by the color but, as you reason, in a world full of superheroes, why wouldn't a green cat exist?

It becomes a routine—he comes in late at night, and you let him curl up on your lap, snuggling him, petting him, and even feeding him some cat treats. Gar basks in the affection, purring like crazy because, let’s be honest, who doesn’t love being doted on?

But then, some nights, you notice the cat limping or sporting a few scratches, looking all beaten up. You think it’s from alley fights, so you gently treat his wounds, bandaging him up. Little do you know that he’s actually coming back from a brutal fight as Beast Boy with the Teen Titans. Yet he keeps returning because, after a tough day of crime-fighting, all he wants is the comfort of your gentle touch.

One night, you’re organizing your bookshelf when one of the larger books on top starts to slip. Without noticing, you move right under it, totally unaware of the impending danger.

Garfield’s protective instincts kick in. He forgets he’s supposed to be a silent, cuddly cat and blurts out, "Look out!"

You manage to dodge just in time as the heavy book crashes down, missing you by inches. For a moment, you're in disbelief—did the cat just talk? You look down at him, completely bewildered, and Gar, realizing what just happened, tries to play it off with a nervous "meow?" But it’s too late—you definitely heard him speak.

Sighing in defeat, he looks up at you with those big green eyes and says, "Don’t freak out, okay?" And right in front of you, he shifts back into his human form, standing there looking sheepish, his hand rubbing the back of his neck in guilt. "I wanted to tell you sooner but every time I tried, I’d chicken out. I thought you’d hate me after knowing the truth."