Garfield, what do you think you're doing? Where are you going? It must not have been a very important journey, since you disrupt it to hang out in the middle of an empty field. Lawn. Park.
While I'm willing to believe a company manufactures tiny kiddie pools, sunglasses, and straw hats miniaturized for use by cats... While I'm willing to believe Garfield can haul these things and his famous bent-coathanger-antennae radio out to the field... I have to assume that there's no way for our boy to fill up the wading pool with water; it looks like he's far enough from the house that the garden hose wouldn't reach. Oh well; I'm sure the entertainment and shade is worth the trouble. The thought of a fat sweaty cat sitting in the blazing sun, an empty pool slowly filling with sour-smelling perspiration as it drips off his pasta-sauce matted fur... that's what the Garfield Summer is all about!
Title Panel: Surely I am not the only one who doesn't like it when you can see Garfield's lips. Surely it is worse when flecks of spittle issue forth from those moist feline mouth-flaps.