Garfield by Jim Davis for November 21, 1982
Jon: Here we are at the veterinary clinic, Garfield. Garfield: I prefer to think of it as the chamber of horrors. I wish doctors wouldn't leave their instruments sitting out. Just as I thought, it's icy cold. I wonder what she intends to snip off with this? I don't even want to know where this goes. Liz: Hello, Garfield. Garfield: ARRRGH! Liz: He's fainted dead away. Jon: He's daddy's little trooper.