I just saw this article on Catster. It's the persepective of customer service from cats.
Silly and trite, I know, but on Monday we all need a little something silly.
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Greetings Curious Scroller,
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Honestly, the cat would give better customer service than some CS reps I've had to deal with...
Posted by: The Last Archimedean | Monday, March 04, 2013 at 06:02 PM
On the one hand I'd be pissed at calling for help only to here meows on the other end of the line. On the other hand I'd be cracking up because that company is really desperate to hire cats to be phone reps.
Posted by: Skittles | Tuesday, March 05, 2013 at 12:27 AM
Dude, I'd forget my complaint and descend right into cat-induced stoopids.
Posted by: Wmdkitty | Wednesday, March 06, 2013 at 12:20 AM