**Ode to Garfield the British Shorthair** In a realm of sunlit nooks where shadows play, Dwells Garfield, the king, in his regal sway, With fur like a cloud and eyes of bright gold, A tale of pure comfort and laughter unfolds. Round, plump, and purring, with elegance grand, A connoisseur of comfort, he rules o’er his land, With a flick of his tail and a stride that's so suave, This fluffy philosopher knows how to behave. By the kitchen, he lounges, with a watchful repose, As the ravioli simmers, with a fragrant nose, Soft pasta and cheese—his delight served in style, He feasts like a monarch, savoring each mile. Oh, Garfield, dear Garfield, who loves to recline, In the sun's warm embrace, you’re a partner divine. Your dreams drift like feathers on a whispering breeze, You chase after shadows and dappled sunbeams. A nap on the sofa, a yawn, then a stretch, In your cozy domain, there’s no need to fetch. A life full of leisure, with culinary flair, With each gentle purr, you melt hearts everywhere. So here’s to dear Garfield, in his kingdom of bliss, Where ravioli and slumber coexist in sweet kiss. May your days be as sunny as the love that you glean, O cherished companion, our feline, our dream.