I had a good relationship with the man who influenced me heavily on Garfield, my inanimate furball.
We both fell in love.
He claimed soul mate status. He did the most amazing outlandish things.
He could Wow!!
I claimed unsure status.
Garfield became our “love child” and I started getting Garfields.
When I am happy, there is a Garfield.
When I am sad, there is a Garfield.
On an anniversary, there is a Garfield.
On an occasion, there is a Garfield.
In sickness and in health, there is a Garfield.
Garfields galore and like Pavlov’s dogs, I was attached to Garfield.
Garfield = Man!!
I mused to self and told this man that the oldest Garfield and my favourite is now 22 years old.
The man replied me, ” 22 years is a lot in cat years. Garfield must be worn, tattered and old”
Man is not incorrect. I can see the worn out Garfield paws from too much squooshing.
Cataracts in the eyes as the black paintwork on irises are erased as Garfield is hugged face down nightly and clung on tightly as if the child in me is afraid Garfield would slide off and fall to the floor.
475 Garfields….Man has a made a point in my life.
Man must have loved and cared about me.
What Man did not know was that he never gave me security.
Here today, gone tomorrow was his modus operandi.
If he appears, he appears like Houdini.
When he disappears, poof he vanishes!
I could love him for dollars or Garfields but I am made of integrity.
I could not sell my soul, my heart nor my brain to such a Man.
Plus Man asks if he could sell my organs!! He is odd!!
Technically, this is Garfield’s pops!
Gawd, for my inanimate furball to have such a father figure, I think my poor furball is in need of counselling.
Meanwhile Man wears spectacle frames without lenses – Ion Spectacles…sheesh….easy to con Man!
Ion spectacles is as good as pet rocks picked from rock pile and sold at a premium.
Life of an avant garde…such is Man and never the twain shall we meet 😀