"Pandora!"
Pandora waved at Garfield with a joyful expression, saying, "Roll over, baby."
"Damn it."
"I will be back."
Garfield's classic last words were left behind before he was swept into the time vortex.
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
So sleepy.
So hungry.
It was all that damn Pandora's fault for kicking him in the time tunnel.
If it were not for his spatial talent and the protection of the Space Stone, he would have died in the time tunnel.
Garfield struggled for a long time before finally breaking free, the price being the temporary loss of all his power, turning him into an ordinary fat orange cat.
Looking up at the sky, the disheveled Garfield silently lowered his head, staring at the lawn and flowers in front of him.
Although he knew flowers and grass were not tasty, what would a hungry orange cat not eat besides dung.
A bitter taste made Garfield vomit again.
So disgusting.
What kind of plant was this.
It tasted awful.
Garfield was about to try the scent of a flower when he felt a slight tremor in the ground behind him, and a girl's voice rang out.
"Athrun, come and chase me."
"Lacus, watch out."
Athrun.
Lacus.
Were those not the names of the cuckolded king and the pink haired girl.
Quickly turning his cat head, Garfield saw a familiar pink haired face running toward him.
The girl looked to be about four or five years old, the early stage of a brat.
Garfield did not want to be around these brats.
He might lose his cat life.
Besides, one was the cuckolded king who had given up his fiancée, and the other was a green tea girl hidden beneath a pink exterior.
They were among his least favorite characters.
"Athrun, there is an orange cat here. It looks injured."
"Lacus, be careful. Stray cats are dangerous."
Cuckolded king, what are you thinking.
I, Garfield, am a pet.
Hmph.
Garfield decided to get away from them, even though he knew he was physically weak and injured.
After only a few steps he plopped down on the grass.
Lacus ignored Athrun's caution and approached Garfield.
After a careful examination, she found a collar with his name engraved on it around Garfield's neck.
"Garfield Carter. Athrun, this is not a stray cat. Look how dirty it is. It must have gotten lost from its owner. Why do we not take it home."
Athrun had no resistance to his fiancée Lacus Clyne, who had always been good at acting cute and charming.
Athrun, whose eyes were full of Lacus's image, nodded. "Okay, Lacus. I will help you wrap it up."
The two happily picked up the defenseless Garfield and ran toward their home.
If he were not powerless to resist, he would definitely.
Ah.
The smell of food.
For the sake of the food, he would forgive them for now.
After all, the food was innocent.
"Athrun, Lacus, what are you holding."
"Nicol, we found an injured orange cat."
"Yzak, come quick. A fat orange cat."
Nicol, with his green hair, called over Yzak, with his silver gray hair, and then Dearka Elsman, with his blond hair, followed.
It turned out the PLANT's second generation members were having a picnic outside Athrun's mansion, while their parents were having a gathering inside.
Garfield's attention was focused on the food on the table nearby, and he was not interested in the PLANT's second generation members around him at all.
Thankfully, although Pinky was quite cunning, at least she knew to take care of the dirty and hungry Garfield.
The group of children helped wash Garfield clean, and Athrun's butler brought over special cat food as instructed.
As a Flerken with dignity, Garfield would not accept cat food.
At the very least, it should be dried fish.
When the butler opened the cat food, Garfield smelled an irresistible aroma.
He slurped his saliva into his mouth.
A true man knows when to yield and when to stand firm.
He buried his head in the plump kibble of cat food mixed with beef, fish, milk, and whole grains.
Garfield ate happily, meowing and munching.
Watching Garfield eat so quickly, Lacus, Athrun, Nicol, and the other second generation heirs, still children after all, laughed happily.
Young men, you do not know what your future holds yet.
It seemed either Nicol or Yzak died in the second movie.
He had forgotten.
None of that mattered.
Although Garfield was found at Athrun's house, he was eventually taken home by Lacus, who loved fur.
Getting into Lacus's house was not so simple.
The butler planned to check if Garfield had any parasites, genetic diseases, or had been vaccinated.
To prevent them from discovering that he was not just an ordinary orange tabby, Garfield squeezed out a sliver of magic and cast a forgetting spell, replacing the memories of what they had checked while they were still confused.
Having resolved the issue without major incident, Garfield paid the price of being unable to move for three days.
Three days of lying motionless in his soft cat bed, food and water brought to him by servants, and being fed and held by Pinky.
Garfield never wanted to experience that discomfort again.
One really cannot understand the pain of being held by an annoying character.
At Pinky's house, thanks to the wealth of the Clyne family, Garfield's health gradually recovered.
Through conversations with Lacus's father, Siegel Clyne, Garfield confirmed his current location and time.
He was in the PLANT Colony Capital Colony, one of those circular, tube like space aggregation sites.
The atmosphere and gravity were artificial.
Its predecessor was the L5 research colony satellite Zodiac, initially funded by the Atlantic Federation, the East Asian Republic, and the Eurasian Federation.
The main inhabitants were Coordinators, with an estimated population exceeding twenty million.
PLANT, short for Productive Location Alliance on Nexus Technology, refers to a new type of colony primarily built by Coordinators, which has become the new home for Coordinators who have escaped persecution on Earth.
Coordinators are a group of humans whose genes have been artificially modified, improved, and optimized.
Their intelligence, physical abilities, and appearance are superior to naturally born humans.
With the emergence of Coordinators, they have gradually replaced important positions in Earth's society, which is the cause of the conflict between Naturals and Coordinators.
The PLANT government is divided into two factions.
The doves and the hawks.
The two leading families of these factions are the Clyne family and the Zala family, respectively.
The doves are led by Siegel Clyne, and the hawks are led by Patrick Zala.
It is currently Cosmic Era sixty one, about seven years away from the Bloody Valentine tragedy.
Plenty of time to stir up some trouble.