Garfield

I want to tell you about my friend Garfield. He lives outside of my friend's apartment and he's the coolest cat (you like that pun?) I've ever met. His favorite pastime is laying on top of the many cars outside the building. Whenever me and my friends spot him, we wave and he comes inside to have a nice nap on the mat outside the first door. We're not sure if he is a stray or if he actually belongs to the people with the comfortable doormat, but he definitely seems at home at the apartment. Here's a picture of our feline friend. His eyes don't always glow like that, but he does have a generally regal disposition.


There is an unbelievable amount of stray cats in the city. Some are saved and donated to the cat sanctuary at the ruins of Largo Argentina. This place is beyond legit, with over 250 cats in the world's coolest playground. Unrelated, it's where Julius Caesar was assassinated.


I always joke with my friends that we should get some fishing nets and cat costumes and start rounding up stray cats and bringing them to the sanctuary. Maybe eventually we can become urban myths and can inspire copy cats (another pun! I'm on a roll!) to carry on our legacy. But that's just another crazy dream of mine. Maybe we'll bring Garfield to the sanctuary to play with his friends one day. I don't think he'd stay - he's a very fat, lazy cat.

Ciao!
Matt