My father gets credit card offers to this very day addressed to my cat, because he used its name to sign up for a duplicate free trial for one of those CD-of-the-month clubs in the '90’s. That cat died of old age two decades ago, but somehow gets “preapproved” credit card offers – plus a ton of other ridiculous junk mail.
What was your cat’s name? Please tell me it’s nothing a sane human would name their actual child. I’m picturing credit offers addressed to “Mister Snifferbootles Smith”
My father gets credit card offers to this very day addressed to my cat, because he used its name to sign up for a duplicate free trial for one of those CD-of-the-month clubs in the '90’s. That cat died of old age two decades ago, but somehow gets “preapproved” credit card offers – plus a ton of other ridiculous junk mail.
What was your cat’s name? Please tell me it’s nothing a sane human would name their actual child. I’m picturing credit offers addressed to “Mister Snifferbootles Smith”