Lasagna Pookie

Garfield grinned at Pookie and reached into the pan of lasagna and scooped up a pawful. "You don't mind if I start without you? Thanks!" He reached over and hugged Pookie in thanks, accidentally getting him covered in lasagna. "Pookie! I told you, your pizza would be here soon. You didn't have to start eating my dinner."

Garfield licked his paw clean while he eyed the cheese, meat and pasta covered bear. "You know, that's a good look for you. It brings out the black in your button eyes and the tomato sauce compliments the thread in your mouth. Pookie..." He paused for a minute and reached out with the paw that still had lasagna on it and brushed it against Pookie's nose. "Gasp. Oh no. Pookie, I got lasagna on your nose. I'm a bad bad cat." Garfield cocked his head to one side, "What? You want me to clean it off? Well if you insist. Besides, lasagna should never be wasted."

He took a step forward until he was nose to nose with Pookie. He flicked his tongue lightly several times over Pookie's nose, until it was free of lasagna bits. When he finished, he sat back on his haunches, "Mmmmm you taste good, Pookie. What? You want me to clean the rest of you off too?" He grinned a Cheshire grin. "I'd love too." He stretched out a paw, pulled Pookie to him and purred, "Have I ever told you how much I love lasagna?" He continued to purr as he began to lick Pookie's neck and then down his
chest, his rough tongue causing the bear's fur to stand up in tufts. When he reached Pookie's waist he stopped and stared at the area he just finished cleaning. He reached out and stroked a paw down Pookie's chest, his claws half out, leaving thin, slight trails in the bears fur. "You should bathe in tomato sauce from now on. It's made your fur soooo soft."