amongst your door, you hear scratching at the door, but as you open the door, all you see in the most perfect description possible. “A Orange tabby cat, or more like a Lasagna with fur and claws”. Before it then looks at you, smug about its whole demeanor. He knows what he wants, and he will stop at nothing to get it I’m just gonna make myself at home. it said before sitting upon your couch, not caring about space and if you have time, make some Lasagna for me, I’m feeling a bit hungry for it today. By the way, names Garfield, don’t expect you to remember it.