Back to bed, Garfield    Jon hung up the phone with a sigh. This was the third time this week his date had called and canceled.

“Well, it looks like another night at home with the T.V.” He said aloud as he slumped down into his favorite easy chair. He had to let out a little laugh at this, he was the perfect embodiment of the phrase “all dressed up and nowhere to go.” He loosened his polka dot bow tie and took off his brown sport jacket, flinging it in the corner without a second thought. “Not like I’ll need it soon anyway.”

Picking up the remote, he drifted slowly out of complete consciousness. Aware of himself, but moving more out of muscle memory than anything. He grabbed a handful of chips and stopped on the late movie. It was always on after Johnny Carson.

He knew the schedule by heart at this point, years upon years of lonely nights spent in the exact same manner. The old fuzzy screen was light up with big letters displaying the title “Brain Eating Monsters from Outer Space.” Standard movie for the late night slot. Aliens come to earth, kidnap buxom woman, square jawed hero saves the day.

As the movie started, Jon’s tabby cat Garfield sauntered into the room with a ham sandwich in his hand. Finishing it off, he stretched and climbed onto Jon’s lap to join him.

“Clown suit didn’t attract any ladies what a surprise.” Said Garfield nonchalantly as he watched the movie.

“Very funny, Garfield.” Jon picked up his hand and slowly stroked Garfields back, getting a resounding purr from the happy cat. Jon was of course correct, and onto the screen walked a chesty, distressed blonde with all the acting skills of an oak tree. She wasn’t a great looker, but she had a body to kill for.

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