While strolling meanderingly through the neighborhood, this late afternoon being particularly pleasant and accommodating for such physical activity, I espied Cornelius from afar, his Garfield fur a beacon of attention. He was sitting on the pavement in the manner befitting a king of the savannah. Thus I walked over in his direction to pay my happy respects. As I neared his position, he glanced at me with his large and bulging golden eyes. It was a penetrating stare. However upon recognizing a smiling face, Cornelius descended onto the road, rolled over and slithered on his back as if unsure which side to sleep on, all the while yawning and looking up at me with expectation. His worshipfulness was requesting a belly rub.