All At His Own Paws
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katleeptTitle: All At His Own Paws
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Garfield
Character/Pairing: Jon, Garfield, mild Jon/Liz
Rating: G/K
Challenge/Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words Pool Party
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 963
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
A weary sigh escapes him the moment he pulls into his driveway. Here, he is safe from the crazy traffic and the pressures of his job. His boss won't yell at him,and he won't be almost ran over by a semi. His shoulders fall,and he collapses for a moment with his head on his steering wheel. It feels so good to just sit there in silence,the only noise the air conditioning blowing through his car. He could sleep right here.
His brown eyes start to drift closed. He cracks his door open,trying to force himself from the car,but still he lingers, eyes shut, one hand and his head still on the wheel. He turns off the engine, killing the nice, cool air conditioning, but still he can not seem to find it within himself to move. His mind throbs with the pressures of his day,and his hands hurt. Today was an especially bad day for his arthritis. He releases his grip on the wheel, but still he lingers, eyes still shut.
An aroma drifts on a rare,soft breeze on the hot afternoon. It catches his nose and plays tag with his nostrils. His stomach rumbles. He barely got a bite to eat today, and suddenly he remembers he's starving. His eyes pop open, and he finds it's no longer hard to force himself from the car. He doesn't have to force himself at all, not as long as he's following that delicious scent.
Oddly enough, it's coming from his own home. He wonders idly if Liz might have slipped inside on him and be making something, but she doesn't have a key to his house. The third key (the second is hidden outside for the next time Garfield decides to lock him out) is still waiting in his shirt pocket for him to find the courage to give it to her. He loves Liz, but somehow even after all this time together,he still loses his courage around her. What a beauty like her sees him in an average guy like him he'll never understand, but he knows she loves him, too.
Still,with no key to his home,she can't possibly be the perpetrator causing this wonderful aroma that even now is leading him to his front door. His weary feet have left the pavement as his body lifts ever higher in eager response to the aroma. He's never smelled anything so wonderful, and if whatever it is tastes even half as good as it smells, he's going to be in Heaven the moment he bites it.
The aroma tugs him right to his own door. He slips the key into the lock and turns it,and the door opens to what should be chaos but isn't. Animals fill his kitchen. Ducks quack, dogs bark (including Odie),and cats meow. Garfield raises his little, orange head and looks up at him quite adoringly out of his big, green eyes. "Jon," he says, speaking perfect English,"you're home at last!" He grins up at him. "Boy,do I have a surprise for you! We're making lasagna."
Jon tries to speak but as his mouth opens, something is stuck quickly inside of it. His eyes widen in shock as a monkey swings away from him. His fingers go to the handle of the silver spoon in his mouth but just then he tastes the lasagna. It tastes like Heaven indeed. It's so good that he moans aloud.
"Odie, don't -- !"
He hears the words a second too late. He looks up again just as his little dog,who is usually far better behaved than his cat, jumps onto a big, brown sack. Flour explodes, hitting Jon right in the face, and his eyes pop open again -- only this time,in real life and a second too slow to see the orange paw darting back from his face.
He blinks as he comes to, realizing it was all just a dream. He groans aloud as he thinks to himself that it figures. Anything that good actually being cooked in his home, not to mention Garfield actually being loving, had to have been a dream! He sighs and then looks to the big, green eyes actively boring holes into him.
Garfield grins as though just realizing that his human is awake. He opens his mouth wide and points inside of the empty, gaping hole with a furry finger and claw. Jon groans again,turns over,causing Garfield to fall off of him,out of his bed, and onto the floor,and looks at the clock. "Garfield," Jon moans,"you woke me up this early on a Saturday morning?"
He shuts his eyes again and is just drifting back off to sleep when realization smacks into his brain. His eyes fly open,and he jumps up from his bed. It's not Saturday! It's Monday,and he's a half hour late already getting up!
Garfield watches as his human runs from the bedroom and into the much smaller room where he spends far too much time sitting on a big, white bowl and cleaning himself in the weird ways that humans do. He looks at the door expectantly, but then his little face falls as he hears the big water turn on. It figures, he thinks to himself. Every time he really helps Jon, he's never rewarded!
He hangs his head and trudges back to his own bed. He curls up, pulling his little bear up tight against his furry body,and shuts one eye. He's intent on keeping his other glued to that door so he'll know the moment Jon steps back out and will be there to remind him to feed the kitty, but soon he's drifted back off to sleep, dreaming once more of lasagna. His tummy rumbles,but in his sleep, he is sated and well fed, all at his own paws.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Garfield
Character/Pairing: Jon, Garfield, mild Jon/Liz
Rating: G/K
Challenge/Prompt:
1_million_words Pool PartyWarning(s): None
Word Count: 963
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
A weary sigh escapes him the moment he pulls into his driveway. Here, he is safe from the crazy traffic and the pressures of his job. His boss won't yell at him,and he won't be almost ran over by a semi. His shoulders fall,and he collapses for a moment with his head on his steering wheel. It feels so good to just sit there in silence,the only noise the air conditioning blowing through his car. He could sleep right here.
His brown eyes start to drift closed. He cracks his door open,trying to force himself from the car,but still he lingers, eyes shut, one hand and his head still on the wheel. He turns off the engine, killing the nice, cool air conditioning, but still he can not seem to find it within himself to move. His mind throbs with the pressures of his day,and his hands hurt. Today was an especially bad day for his arthritis. He releases his grip on the wheel, but still he lingers, eyes still shut.
An aroma drifts on a rare,soft breeze on the hot afternoon. It catches his nose and plays tag with his nostrils. His stomach rumbles. He barely got a bite to eat today, and suddenly he remembers he's starving. His eyes pop open, and he finds it's no longer hard to force himself from the car. He doesn't have to force himself at all, not as long as he's following that delicious scent.
Oddly enough, it's coming from his own home. He wonders idly if Liz might have slipped inside on him and be making something, but she doesn't have a key to his house. The third key (the second is hidden outside for the next time Garfield decides to lock him out) is still waiting in his shirt pocket for him to find the courage to give it to her. He loves Liz, but somehow even after all this time together,he still loses his courage around her. What a beauty like her sees him in an average guy like him he'll never understand, but he knows she loves him, too.
Still,with no key to his home,she can't possibly be the perpetrator causing this wonderful aroma that even now is leading him to his front door. His weary feet have left the pavement as his body lifts ever higher in eager response to the aroma. He's never smelled anything so wonderful, and if whatever it is tastes even half as good as it smells, he's going to be in Heaven the moment he bites it.
The aroma tugs him right to his own door. He slips the key into the lock and turns it,and the door opens to what should be chaos but isn't. Animals fill his kitchen. Ducks quack, dogs bark (including Odie),and cats meow. Garfield raises his little, orange head and looks up at him quite adoringly out of his big, green eyes. "Jon," he says, speaking perfect English,"you're home at last!" He grins up at him. "Boy,do I have a surprise for you! We're making lasagna."
Jon tries to speak but as his mouth opens, something is stuck quickly inside of it. His eyes widen in shock as a monkey swings away from him. His fingers go to the handle of the silver spoon in his mouth but just then he tastes the lasagna. It tastes like Heaven indeed. It's so good that he moans aloud.
"Odie, don't -- !"
He hears the words a second too late. He looks up again just as his little dog,who is usually far better behaved than his cat, jumps onto a big, brown sack. Flour explodes, hitting Jon right in the face, and his eyes pop open again -- only this time,in real life and a second too slow to see the orange paw darting back from his face.
He blinks as he comes to, realizing it was all just a dream. He groans aloud as he thinks to himself that it figures. Anything that good actually being cooked in his home, not to mention Garfield actually being loving, had to have been a dream! He sighs and then looks to the big, green eyes actively boring holes into him.
Garfield grins as though just realizing that his human is awake. He opens his mouth wide and points inside of the empty, gaping hole with a furry finger and claw. Jon groans again,turns over,causing Garfield to fall off of him,out of his bed, and onto the floor,and looks at the clock. "Garfield," Jon moans,"you woke me up this early on a Saturday morning?"
He shuts his eyes again and is just drifting back off to sleep when realization smacks into his brain. His eyes fly open,and he jumps up from his bed. It's not Saturday! It's Monday,and he's a half hour late already getting up!
Garfield watches as his human runs from the bedroom and into the much smaller room where he spends far too much time sitting on a big, white bowl and cleaning himself in the weird ways that humans do. He looks at the door expectantly, but then his little face falls as he hears the big water turn on. It figures, he thinks to himself. Every time he really helps Jon, he's never rewarded!
He hangs his head and trudges back to his own bed. He curls up, pulling his little bear up tight against his furry body,and shuts one eye. He's intent on keeping his other glued to that door so he'll know the moment Jon steps back out and will be there to remind him to feed the kitty, but soon he's drifted back off to sleep, dreaming once more of lasagna. His tummy rumbles,but in his sleep, he is sated and well fed, all at his own paws.
The End
