In the neighbourhood, when one thinks of “lazy” one thinks about cats. And when it comes to lazy cats, there’s only one in the world that takes the proverbial cake. Garfield, the orange cat known for being as lazy as he is fa-er… Hefty, as many would say. 


It was getting late into the evening. The sun was still around but it was calling to the needs of the other side of the world. The sun was a nice mix of dark blue, purple with hints of orange that streaked the skies above. However the beautiful view was lost to the house cat. He was were he and any self respecting lazy cat would always be, in his little cat box, lounging and relaxing like he always does. 


Jon had taken Odie out for a late night walk around the blocks before the sun was fully gone. And knowing how long things can take, the orange cat knew he had maybe thirty or so minutes of pure peace and quiet to himself. No worries of Odie’s barking, Jon talking to disturb his nap before dinner is ready.


        “Mmmm… I can smell it…” The plump cat breathed in the cooled scent of a frozen lasagna cooked to perfection. His years of eating all things Itallian related gave him the skills to discern the smallest details. 


It was a high quality, name brand. Mama Ace most likely. Only the most fine of grains used to make the pasta and the best ingredients for the sauce. It was the perfect mix of tangy and juicy but just the right amount of thickness that held everything together. The cheese was always the best part.  It was always the perfect mix of mozzarella and ricotta cheese on each different layer. Depending on which kind Jon bought, each layer would have a healthy coating of garlic, mushrooms or his favorite: Slices of pepperoni. Each one made with spices that tingles the tongue for the faint of heart. And that was what Jon got for dinner tonight.


Garfield couldn’t be bothered to hide his excitement in all forms. His stomach rumbled, his mouth watered and his tail lazaly lashed around. Or tried to but was trapped under his weight. But the most apparent was the rare tent he pitched as he imagined the food. 


        ‘Well, they won’t be back for a little bit…’ He thought.


In a rare instance, Garfield got out of bed and walked over to the kitchen, checking around to make sure no one was in the house. No soft doggy paw pads with the clicking of claws or heavy steps of Jon around. Just to be extra sure he had some breathing room, he locked the front door so he’d hear them ahead of time. With everything set in place, Garfield returned to the kitchen and the awaiting hot dinner. Steam rose off it like an early morning fog and he breathed it in.


        “Aren’t you the most delicious batch I’ve had the pleasure to meet.” He complimented the meal. It wasn’t a lie either. Everything about it was what he wanted. As close as he is now, he could tell it had the pepperoni slices he adored.


All alone


Just him and meal that teased him by simply existing.


The hot and fresh cheesy cooled down to a pleasing level of not to hot or cold… 


He didn’t notice when his paw drifted down. Or when he began to stroke himself above the platter. The still present steam washed over his pink kitty cock, wrapping around him like an invisible hand made seeable. Hunger and desire mixed together, getting the normally lazy tabby excited in a way that was never thought possible. 


        “Sorry Jon but… I’m not sorry.”


Garfield dropped to his knees and leaned down, angeling his twitching meat over the unsuspecting dish. One thrust and he tore apart the otherwise perfect meal. His meath thermometer felt like it was in heaven. He wasn’t the most hung cat around nor to small but it just meant he didn’t have to put the effort to pull away from the sweet heat and just had to do short quick thrusts. 


        “Aww yeah… Get in there…” The fat cat showed the same ind of mercy that he would any food that ever caught his eye.


He pumped into the food, enjoying the warm squish that wrapped around him. He moved deeper in, now forcing his nuts into the platter. He could feel the perfectly hot cheese clinging to his large oranges and the sensation was enough to get the fat cat to let out a small stream of jizz into the ruined perfect meal.


        “Almost… Almost there…” Fully sinking himself into the delicacy, he went into overdrive, pounding the poor destroyed dinner with his cock and the full force of his weight being brought down. Meat, sauce, pasta splatter his orange fur, coating his fur slightly darker shades around him. His fat balls tightened up as the strings of warm cheese lightly tugged him down, giving him the last stretch of physical feedback that he needed.


He pulled as much as he could  away, exposing as much of his sauce and meat coated cock and cheese slick balls into the air and landed one last powerful thrust back into the mush below. The impact caused a large portion of the platter to splatter around him, leaving a perfect vacuum seal to suck him in and keep him in place.With more effort than he likes to admit, Garfield let out a hearty stream of spunk out, adding his own home made sauce to what was once a perfect dinner for a later weekday night. One, two, three and so on: he continued firing shot after shot in his self-made pocket. With the last spurt he let out a long overdue satisfied moan, relishing in what he just went through. He felt completely at home and in control, dominating his favorite food and making it his. Just as an extra piece of love, he ground his now empty nuts into the much more cooled down cheese. It made him wish the lasagna was still hotter.


        “Well, looks like you enjoyed your lasgena.”


Garfield looked over to the doorway leading to the front door to see Jon, looking down at him, firmly planted in and making love to the meal. Jon shook his head in disapproval, walked over to the oven and pulled out a second lasagna, still hot and ready to be eaten. Garfield’s eyes bulged out but before he could get out of his bed, Jon stopped him.


        “Ohhh no no no! You’ve got your meal right under you! This one is all mine!” In a rare move, Jon took the entire dish into his back room, fork in hand. To tired, satisfied and already surrounded by a cold dish, he couldn’t be bothered to get up and grab a bite of the untarnished dinner.


        “No regrets.” The orange tabby called out to Jon, not moving an inch from where he was.