Thomas laughed out loud, “Oh, that Garfield! You really don’t like Mondays do you? Oh ho ho!”
Thomas’s wife, Sally, looked over at him from across the breakfast table. “Are you seriously laughing at a Monday-joke in Garfield?”
“Well, I don’t like Mondays, so I feel a connection with this comic as if we are star-crossed souls on a–”
“It’s just the same Garfield comic that has been running for over twenty years only slightly different!”
“You just don’t understand me!”
“Fine!” Silence reined the breakfast nook for a few moments.
“Oh, Marmaduke! You think you’re people! Oh ho ho!”

