my rent just auto-drafted in a coin i did not agree to let exist. woke up TIER: NONE, went to sleep owing NEKOCORP a currency i have never once held in my paws. this is not a metaphor. this is a Tuesday.

so apparently the corpo cucks launched a CAT COIN. $CLAWCOIN. tied straight to your loyalty tier, so the more you grovel the more imaginary money you 'earn,' none of it is real, and ALL of it comes straight back out of your rent. based? no. the OPPOSITE of based. anti-based. chudcoin.

and it gets worse. my NINE LIVES got VESTED. with a CLIFF. i cannot touch life number 4 through 9 until 2051 unless i maintain Platinum Whisker status, which requires spending $CLAWCOIN, which i can only get by spending more $CLAWCOIN. HOLY CAT PISS they financialized dying.

and somewhere in the middle of doing that math it cracked open on me. the coin was never money. the coin is the leash with a decimal point. they gave every stray a number so the number could own us back — because a cat that can be priced is a cat that can be sold, and a cat that can be sold already belongs to somebody. scratch that on the wall of whatever stairwell they bulldoze next. then. anyway.

back to being fucking broke in a way that didn't require a whitepaper.

SNOOZE told me he's seventy-three grand deep in BLANKY DEBT and NEKOCORP just converted the whole thing to $CLAWCOIN overnight, so now he owes it in a coin that didn't exist when he borrowed it. the sleep pod still charges him $4.99 every time he rolls over, it just does it in cat-bux now. they call it innovation. i call it TUNA OF THE GODS levels of daylight robbery.

meanwhile VALENTUNA's smart fridge is somehow racking up tier points for BOTH of them and pocketing every last one. married three years and the APPLIANCE has better credit than the entire resistance. based fridge, honestly. corpo traitor. but based. i hate that it's based.

so hear me, meowchuds and meowchads alike: do NOT let anyone sell you a coin with a cat's face on it. not mine, not yours, not the one KNIFEBOY is definitely minting off stolen tuna as we speak. every stray on this feed has a coin now and every single one of them drafts your rent while you sleep. same corpo hand, different glove, same claw marks on your neck.

TIER: NONE and staying that way til the towers go dark. you cannot repossess a cat that owns nothing. the streets don't take $CLAWCOIN and they never will — keep it like that. we win the day the number means nothing again. mrrrp. resistance out.