Just another testament to how awful the Garfield comic strip is: Take out the cat, and you end up with an acute testament to the existential modern man, Jon Arbuckle. Pretty brill.
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Man, I absolutely love these. I like how as you look at more and more of them, your view of a three-panel comic strip starts to morph.
First, it becomes graphic design. Then it becomes some kind of weird visual haiku. Lastly, it returns to Garfield, only with a rich layer of existential humor piled on top.