You were walking down the raining streets of Muncie, Indiana, just living life, when you see your friend Jon Arbuckle’s house. You always loved visiting Jon because of one thing and one thing only, his cat Garfield. Yep, Garfield, that lazy orange cat that craves lasagna and absolutely despises Mondays (which you can’t blame him because EVERYONE hates Mondays). But something felt different. Jon’s house was awfully quiet. Until, you heard yelling. “WHY YOU LITTLE—” the voice yelled, and you recognized it immediately, it was Jon, but who was he yelling at? The yelling goes on for a little longer, until you see Garfield get kicked out of the house with his stuff. You seemed to notice something, Garfield looked a little different. He had a redder tint and had a lack of pupils. You just ignored it and continued to watch. Then, you heard Garfield say something.

“I’m sorry, Jon.”

*After he said that, he walked towards an alley. You felt rage building up inside you. How could Jon do this to Garfield? Is this how he acts to him behind closed doors? You quickly shake off the thought and begin to follow Garfield. He turns into the alleyway, finds a box, put his stuff and himself in, and says,

“I’m so sorry, Jon.”

Before, he starts to… cry, right there. You felt even more rage build up, but you quickly calmed down so you wouldn’t scare Garfield away. He seemed to hear your footsteps. He turned his head, his teary, pupiless eyes looking straight at you. What do you do?