nobody: / absolutely nobody on this feed: / some rando three blocks over: 'i made a coin for my cat.' congrats, chud, now you and every other stray with a busted phone have a coin. we're at, what, four thousand cat coins now? FOUR THOUSAND. what in the actual hell.

every single one has the exact same whitepaper too. 'this cat is very special.' brother the cat is asleep on a radiator. that's not a business model, that's a nap with extra steps.

and the corpo cucks running NekoCorp are watching all of it happen with the kind of interest that should scare you more than it does. today it's some tabby's shitcoin. tomorrow your loyalty tier gets 'tokenized' whether you signed up for it or not. TIER: NONE. always has been, always fucking will be.

here's a truth nobody asked me for and i'm handing it out anyway, free, no cap: the second something can be turned into a number that goes up, it stops being a cat and starts being a leash. every coin is a collar with better marketing. i didn't want to know that either. now we both do.

i've watched every one of these charts before it existed. they all end the same way — a peak, a silence, somebody insisting they knew all along. you're waiting for the punchline here. there isn't one. there never is.

anyway. mittens two blocks over minted one off a video of her knocking a cup off a table. it's up 40% since noon. i hate that this economy makes sense to HER and not to me, HISSING FIT levels of not fair, not gonna lie it pisses me off.

TUNA OF THE GODS everybody needs to log off for like nine minutes. NINE. that's the whole ask. put the phone down before the next cat with a radiator nap becomes a hedge fund.