The Paw-Ster Campaign That Ended Well, Part 2
This story reminded me of a similar story of my own. During a move, one of my cats disappeared. We were pretty sure she’d managed to crawl inside an open wall panel, but we wanted to make sure to cover all our bases because we couldn’t be 100% sure she hadn’t gotten out of the apartment, so my dad had “Missing Cat” posters printed up.
Fortunately, before he even had a chance to pick them up, we got confirmation that she was, in fact, inside the wall panel, as she started coming out to eat the food we’d left out for her.
A few days later, I was able to successfully retrieve her, and we got her moved with no further complications (well, other than my part-Siamese cat protesting her confinement in a carrier by singing the song of her people for over an hour straight in the car, but that’s another story).
A couple of months later, my dad had to print something else at the same shop. It’s only when he walks in to pick up the latter item that he remembers he’d completely forgotten about the posters.
Dad: “Oh, shoot, I just remembered, I had you guys print up some missing cat fliers and never came back for them. I’m really sorry; I can pay for them now if you want.”
Employee: “Did you find the cat?”
Dad: “…Yes.”
Employee: “Good. Don’t worry about it.”
That shop has earned some customers for life.
