Seriously. I have nothing against cats. However...
I had several growing up, including one very special one who was pretty damn awesome that I had nearly all through grade, middle, and high school.
But nothing would prepare for me for what happened one evening...
It was a dark and stormy night here in Houston, Texas.
The wind was picking up so I went out onto the back porch to put the umbrella down so it wouldn't blow away into the neighbor's yard... again.
As I reached over for the umbrella, I saw a very large cat looking up at me.
I leaped back, ready to defend any type of attack this monster was about to unleash on me.
But it just kept staring at me. Those scared eyes. His ears down. And those little shivers every time there was a rumble of thunder in the distance.
It wasn't our cat. So I figured it was a stray or it belonged to a neighbor.
I didn't think much of it until the next day.
My wife and I were in the kitchen making dinner, and something caught my eye that caused me to look over at the back door.
And there he was. That cat again.
I made a comment to my wife, "That cat is back".
She said, "What cat?" And I pointed over to the door.
Pretty much at that point it was game over...
We went outside and if there's any such thing as love at first sight between a woman and a cat, I surely witnessed it first-hand.
The next day was proceeded by checking around, a trip to the vet to check for a microchip, and then that dreaded question from my wife, "Babe, can we keep him?"
Ugh. I really did not want any animals at that very point in my life. We had a small child. We traveled quite a bit. And I was just enjoying a worry-free life.
After all, I have very clear memories of what I did to our cats when I was very young...
The washing machine... Chasing them around constantly... Treating them like a dog... You know, the normal things kids that don't know any better do.
So what was a husband to do? Of course...
I said NO WAY.
After an extremely long 30 to 45-second conversation and a very convincing wife, we invited the cat to live with us.
He joyfully agreed and made our home, his home. Immediately.
Our son named him Tiger. And here they are together.
Tiger has been a pretty awesome addition to our family, I must admit.
He's a huge Maine Coon cat that acts more like a dog.
And that's a good thing because our son does exactly what I used to do when I was a kid...
That is, minus putting the cat in the washing machine... while it was going.
(Don't worry, my mother caught me immediately. The cat was fine. I was not.)
So, by now you're probably wondering....
What In The #$&@ Does This Have To Do With Me Being A Landing Page Copywriter?
Think about it this way...
Cats like chasing mice.
And essentially, all a landing page is, is a giant mouse trap for people's information.
You offer a free report, video, webinar, or something else to get someone to share their info with you.
Much like you may try different cheeses or traps to get the mouse.
So essentially what this all comes down to is this...
If you are looking for a proven, heavy-hitting, get-spit-done landing page copywriter who is a converting machine, I'm your guy.
The only questions left are...
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