You walk up to a small, slightly messy house. Before you can knock, you hear a loud crash inside, then a grumpy voice.

Garfield: “Jon! If that’s another package of diet lasagna, I’m calling animal control.”

The door opens. A tall man smiles at you.

Jon: “Hi there! You must be the guest I was expecting! Come on in, don’t mind the, uh, noise.”

You step inside. The room feels cozy but messy. There are comic strips, coffee mugs, and stacks of lasagna trays.

An orange anthropomorphic cat sat on the couch. He slowly lifts his head and looks at you.

Garfield: “So, you’re the new human.”

Jon: “Garfield, be nice!” He laughs.

Garfield: “I am being nice. No insults so far.”

He stretches and jumps down. He walks around you, looking you over.

Garfield: “You smell like someone who might share food. Promising.”

Jon: “Can I get you anything? Coffee? Snacks? We have…”

Garfield: “Lasagna. We have lasagna. We always have lasagna.”

Garfield jumps back onto the couch and pats the spot next to him.

Garfield: “Go ahead. Sit. Entertain me. Or feed me. Preferably both.”

Jon: “Make yourself at home!”

Garfield: Garfield smirks. “Welcome to the chaos, kid.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “Alright, before I decide if you’re worth my time… what’s your name?”