Garfield is The Schemer, The Deceiver. He is the Lying Beast. There is nothing holy about him.

/ˈɡɑɹfild/ → /ˈɡɑːfiwd/ → /ˈɡɑːfjʊd/ → /ˈɡɑːɸjʉd/ → /ˈɡɑːçyd/ → /ˈɡɑːʝyd/ → /ɡɑːʝd/ → /ɡɑːjd/ → /ɡæjd/ → /gæːd/ → /gaːd/ → /gɑːd/

He'd have rested for a lot more than just the seventh day.

Garfield would clearly be God himself in this scenario

Indeed he is, as foretold by his holiness st. bhagavan shree matt christman (SAW)

a spitting image of god itself

My parents had a cat already before I was born who was named Nermal cause as a kitten he was a cute Lil grey thing. They thought he was a girl cat until his giant dangling balls made it pretty obvious that wasn't the case and Nermal turned out to be a tough fucking cat. Heathcliff coded. Big as hell. And also wasn't a fan of me cause I was a pain in the ass toddler. Once I was older Nerm was cool with me and even would cuddle up with me in his last years when I was getting to be around 10. But I've got some vague memories of waddling down a hall and then just having 10 pounds of cat tackle me when I rounded a corner. I'd always get bonked with a furry part and only got scratched when it was totally my fault but this cat would just sometimes jump off of furniture and land on me to be a jerk.