>>935655993 (OP)
I was only nine years old. I loved Garfield so much, I had all the merchandise and movies. I'd pray to Garfield every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Garfield is love", I would say, "Garfield is life". My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Garfield. I called him a cunt. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Garfield. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "This is my lasagna". He grabs me with his powerful orange paws, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Garfield. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Garfield. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Garfield. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Garfield looks him straight in the eye, and says, "I hate Mondays". Garfield leaves through my kitchen, emptying the fridge on his way out. Garfield is love. Garfield is life.
