Frizzy haired Tara was never peachy to her feline friend who lived under the same roof as she did. She had always preferred Eli, the rascal dog, the mutt who often smelled like rain.

Tara's little feline furrball can talk, unlike Garfield who only mutter words to Odie. It talks to her when they are left alone in a room, it talks to her when time needs it, in most days it just stares at her seeming oblivious.

Tara hated that, never did she welcome the intruder who knew what she felt inside, who knew how she spends her days, where her thoughts go when left unattended and what she utters when she's asleep. It made her feel unclothed and exposed to the world. She never believed the promises that little thing gave her. She is forever restless.