Jon Arbuckle gazed at his best friend and companion Garfield, the chubby orange tabby cat who sat lazily in the window, idly scratching behind his ear. He was a beloved fixture of Jon's life, ever since he adopted the furry feline as a kitten all those years ago.
 
Jon ambled into the kitchen to prepare the daily breakfast for his lazy housemate. Cans of lasagna and anchovies were the standard morning repast for a cat of discerning tastes like Garfield. Jon chuckled to himself as he dished out the ample portions.
 
"Well, here's your breakfast, you silly fat cat," Jon cooed affectionately as he set the platters down. Garfield ambled over, his tail twitching in anticipation.
 
Lifting a paw, Garfield daintily picked up a hunk of fish-scented lasagna and began chewing with gusto. Jon watched him eat, smiling at the sight of his favorite pet enjoying a meal.
 
Suddenly, Garfield's eyes lit up with a wicked gleam as a new idea struck him. He ceased eating and regarded Jon appraisingly. The human seemed quite unaware of the cat's intent.
 
With a quick flick of his tail, Garfield hopped down from the table. He approached Jon, looking up at him with an unreadable expression. Jon reached down to scratch the cat behind the ears as he usually did.
 
But instead of leaning in to the touch, Garfield abruptly seized Jon by the ankles! The startled man yelped as Garfield used his powerful claws to yank Jon's feet out from under him. The cat's strength suddenly seemed immense compared to Jon's relatively feeble human muscles.
 
"You little--" was all Jon managed to blurt out before Garfield engulfed his screaming face in a huge yawn. Powerful jaws clamped around his head, forcing Jon's cries into muffled squelches.
 
The pulling sensation increased as Garfield dragged Jon towards his maw. Jon could only gurgle in dismay as his neck and shoulders were sucked in, his shirt ripping away. The truly immense gullet swallowed him down effortlessly with a series of thick gulps.
 
Jon's struggles grew frantic as his entire upper body vanished between Garfield's lips. Only his flailing legs remained outside. Then with a final swallow, they too disappeared. Jon was completely engulfed in wet darkness.
 
Garfield licked his lips, savoring the lingering taste of his new meal. His stomach made low groans of contentment as it began kneading and churning its meaty prize. Jon's muffled screams could be heard for a time before the steady gurgling and sloshing sounds overpowered them.
 
Garfield rose on all fours and began padding around the kitchen in satisfaction. His innards continued their noisy work, the bulge of Jon visible in his distended belly. Gradually, the volume of his stomach contents began to diminish as Jon's body was steadily broken down.
 
Within 20 minutes, Jon's flailing had ceased entirely. Any remaining solid bits had dissolved into a slurry of nutrients and waste. Garfield's belly had returned to its normal shape, albeit with a faint distension. His tongue roamed over his mouth, cleaning up the last lingering drops of Jon's juices.
 
After a thorough tongue-lick, the cat ambled off to find a sunbeam to loaf in. In the kitchen, two empty plates were the only evidence of the meal that had occurred. The house seemed smaller, quieter now without Jon's presence. But Garfield was content with his new status as master of the manor.
 
From that day on, only one set of paws pattered around the house. The world had one less cartoonist, but one very well-fed cat. The neighbors only noticed Jon had stopped coming outside.
 
Garfield was just glad his stomach, and his ego, had been so gorgeously sated. He spent his days lounging, napping, and admiring his new lean physique. The occasional burp up of bitter bile was a fond reminder of his delicious human repast.
 
The cat curled up in a patch of warm light, idly grooming his whiskers with a pleased expression. He had found a far more filling meal than lasagna. And his hunger, for the moment at least, was well and truly satisfied.