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Garfield gasped as he reads the pregnancy test… No! It can’t be! He and the lasagna only had one night together! He told the lasagna to have a condom…
…no. He stomps over to where his bed is, ripping the blanket open to see the lasagna.
“WHY AM I PREGNANT??? YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO WEAR A CONDOM!”
He yowls despairingly.
The lasagna gasps.
“M-mi amore I swear I didn’t mean to… I just… forgot!”
Garfield doesn’t care though, the moment the lasagna finished speaking he gobbles it up. He then falls to his knees sobbing… his one true love… gone and betrayed him… now gone forever…
The next few months were hard, every time he saw any pasta type or smelled tomato or saw any other lasagna he threw up.
Every morning he woke up sick as the kitsagnas grew inside of him…
Finally one day he went into labor he meows, yowls, and screams as the labor cramps wash over him… finally he births them, 5 kitsagnas…
He sheds happy tears as he cradles them in his paws, they have the head and tail of a cat… but the body of lasagna, no legs.
He decides to name them as they latch onto him feeding, Lasagna Lazy Garfield the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th. Oh the names are so perfect.
Suddenly… there’s a knock at his hospital door… what could it be? Maybe it was Odie that clingy dog… he sighs.
“Come in!”
He meows softly.
He sees the doorknob twist and open… Only to see… no. Evil Olaf his ex!
His eyes widen…
“leave!!”
Garfield yowls.
Evil Olaf turns around and no… his stanky fart floods the room Garfield feels himself slipping… Dying… He sucks in his last breath…. His kitsagnas… no…..
Evil Olaf grins widely his psychopathic eyes wide…
The kitsagnas are his now… they will be locked up in Elsa’s tower forever, being his children! Not the lasagna's, not Garfield’s. His! Like Mother Gothel!
He scoops the kitsagnas up into his arms and carries them away… forever.