Should have waited three more days to post this.
It’s funnier without Garfield’s thought balloons (Emotionless cat terrifies neighborhood children with fast undressing paws.), but a quick dose of visual humor nevertheless at the deservedly ridiculed neighborhood bully that just happens to make fun of cats as tall as he. In the end though it’s Garfield’s stoicism and body language between the second and third panels that puts the meat on the table. As a refreshing counter-opinion, may I remind you Slate’s glib praise of Davis’ mediocrity way back in 2004? (Those were the times: The litmag was only one-year old, anything was possible, and Blogdex was up and running. Who remembers Blogdex? The answer may just be everybody.)
