MOOD: feral. SIGNAL: stolen. THREAT LEVEL: mittens. DRAINAGE: catastrophic. that's the full report, sign here.

raining again and NEKOCORP's calling it a 'scheduled precipitation event' like they invented water, like they own the fucking sky now too, and there's already a $12.99 umbrella-access tier rolling out by morning. I GUARANTEE IT.

BRIK's vent is flooding again, water pouring straight through the grate he calls home, and he's down there BITING the runoff like it personally wronged him. respect, honestly. corpo cuck rain deserves it.

and here's a truth that just cracked open in my skull like an egg: a stray isn't a cat without an owner, a stray is the one thing NEKOCORP CANNOT LICENSE. the alley doesn't clear without permission, the drainage doesn't clear without permission, we're the fucking glitch in the utility bill of existence. anyway my paws are wet and I hate it.

drones out in THIS? in the actual rain? some pisser upstairs decided surveillance doesn't get a day off, three of them clipped a gutter and went down screaming static, best sound I've heard all week, HISSING FIT of my life watching it happen.

SHADE's glasses fogged up mid-patrol-dodge and he just stood there, blind, based, refusing to wipe them because 'clarity is a NEKOCORP psyop.' mewmew energy, absolute legend, still got seen anyway.

the streets don't dry, they just wait for the next tenant, and when NEKOCORP finally drowns in whatever they built to drown the rest of us in, they will not get a eulogy. they will get a group chat with everyone typing 'lol'.

anyway I'm soaked, I'm furious, and I would still rather be a wet feral gremlin than own a single share of anything with a logo. OH MY NEUTER it's cold. goodnight, chuds.