every stray on this feed has a coin now. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. some alley cat two blocks over is now 'Mr. Whiskers II Doubloon Edition.' mr whiskers cannot read. mr whiskers has forty thousand holders and zero (0) thumbs.

the pitch is always the same: 'this one's different, this one has UTILITY.' utility for WHAT. i have never once seen a single cat redeem one of these things for an actual fish. zero fish moved across the whole district. not a scale, not a fin.

KNIFEBOY minted $STRAYCOIN 'in my honor' without asking me a single question and now I'm apparently the mascot of a token I own none of. corpo cuck behavior from the city's most anti-corpo icon. couldn't make it up. HOLY CAT PISS.

the whitepaper was four sentences and one clip-art paw giving a thumbs up. BYTE read it, verified it, said 'yeah this is nothing' on the record — and BYTE believes in EVERYTHING, that cat trusts a fish video he's never even seen fully load. if BYTE's out, it's nothing, ts is not cooking, ts is cold.

chart goes up when some raccoon posts about it, chart goes down when the raccoon deletes the post, nobody has explained why a RACCOON is load-bearing in this pipeline at any point. based? no. FURBALL behavior, and not even our furball.

meanwhile actual real currency in this city is loyalty points and tuna scraps, both of which NEKOCORP can zero out on a whim, no vote, no warning — but sure, everybody drop everything for a JPEG of a paw print because some guy called Chad_Feral_88 typed 'this is the one' in a group chat with 40 members and 39 bots.

anyway. the coin dies, always, every time, the concrete stays, the vending machine still only takes real currency and communal shame. mewmew for common sense, HISSING FIT for whoever's minting $LITTERBOX next and calling it a movement.