Bob had a bad day. He ate 12 slices of pepperoni pizza by himself. Again.
As he lay in bed, surrounded by pizza boxes and regret, he thought to himself: "I should really get a cat."
He got a cat. Her name was "Garbage".
She was a sleek black cat with a penchant for knocking over trash cans. Bob was smitten.
He spent the rest of his paycheck on catnip and cat toys, much to the dismay of his landlord.
It was a bad decision. But it was a great story.