Fieldy
When I was around 11 or 12 years of age I couldn’t get enough Garfield. That cat was witty and irreverent and had the same outlook on life that I did. He hated Mondays and I hated Mondays. He liked lasagna and I liked lasagna. He was a badass.
I was being home-schooled at the time of my Garfield infatuation and Fridays were my favorite school day by far. Friday was library day. Dropped off at the Thousand Oaks Public Library in the morning and picked up in the late afternoon. It was glorious. I could sit and read piles of Garfield for hours without interruption.
And then I grew up. I stopped liking Garfield. He just wasn’t funny anymore. In fact, I couldn’t figure out what I ever liked about Garfield. Garfield was stupid. The internet came along, like it does, and solved that problem. Check out Garfield Minus Garfield. Wow, creepy.