It was a morning like any. I was watching the news when I heard a knock at the door. It was a fat orange cat. It said, "John, please, I have nowhere to go." Me not knowing any better, I decided I would let him stay at my place for a few days. He would call me "John" and tell me his name was "Garfonz". In the first hour, he peed on my floor, stole all my cigarettes, and ate all the food in the house. Since there was no food left, I decided I would go grocery shopping. I noticed my friend in the produce isle. I said, "Hey friend, this crazy thing happened to me today." But then he replied, "Strange, the same thing happened to me a few days ago." It was that moment I knew I was not alone. After grocery shopping, I drove back home to find a single slice of lasagna, that looked like it had been crushed or stepped on. It was then I decided to start the search for Garfonz.