Lately I've been reading garfield minus garfield and happily yet sadly, it's becoming more funny. Is it because I long for a cat I don't have? Is it because we share the common thread of living in perpetual singledom? Is it because I'm the isolated young everyman? Is it because I'm losing a battle against loneliness and depression in a quiet Canadian suburb? Or is it because it's absolutely hilarious and it identifies and exposes something that very well could be each one of
us?
