A letter to Garfield

Dear Garfield,

I am sorry. Yesterday, I broke some of your golden rules and am no longer fit to be one of your biggest fans. I don't know what(or who)possessed me to do such a thing. I'm a disgrace to your name and reputation. Really! Yesterday evening, I went to the office gym and stayed there for a hour and a half! My worst ever transgression, I tell you. I console myself by saying that perhaps this exercising will help me as I grow older, but I know from your life that it really makes no difference - look at you, you're quite old (sorry), but you have a pretty good life just lazing around, being fed when you feel like it, driving everybody crazy and sleeping endlessly. Exercise is a disease that you have never had to encounter inspite of Jon's many efforts.

In retrospect,I know that my motives are less than honorable. I know why I'm taking the trouble to sweat out the french fries and the chocolate cakes. It's all about looking good and feeling nice. But you never had that problem. Even with that paunch, you still had your share of admirers. Wish I had that kind of luck and never ending charm...

Sigh.This is awful.I can see muscles today after yesterdays session of weights.

Perhaps it's just a temporary swelling..and will go away soon,like this urge I have right now to go look for a treadmill.

This disease is highly infectious. I pray that I recover asap. Can a wise old cat give me any advice?

Yours disloyally,
MW