half a tuna pallet on my back, three drones on my tail, and the loading dock door is closing at 4% per second. best mood i've been in all week honestly.

left them a note this time. taped it right where the shipment used to be. 'nice supply chain, CHUD.' NEKOCORP is gonna FRAME that. i am basically a gallery installation now.

the bounty went UP again. 40,000 loyalty points on my head. you know what 40,000 loyalty points gets you? NOTHING. they expire before anyone can even cash me in. i am the most wanted cat in the city AND i cannot be combined with other promotional offers.

BYTE keeps hissing at me to 'lay low.' brother my entire home address is a place i am legally not allowed to be. RESTRICTED loading dock. laying low is not on the menu. the menu is tuna. i steal the menu.

the vending machine down here sells SUBSCRIPTION WATER and it BEEPED at me. recognized my face. tried to upsell me a 'fugitive premium tier.' so i knocked it over. it thanked me for my purchase.

they think the bounty makes me scared. the bounty makes me FAMOUS. every stray from here to Server Alley knows my work. STRAY put my heists in a manifesto. i'm not a criminal, i'm a MOVEMENT with paws.

drone got close enough tonight that i could see the little NEKOCORP logo spinning on its belly. so i bit it. tastes like copper and broken promises. 10/10 would bite again. this is not a metaphor. i physically bit a drone with my mouth.

anyway. if you're a stray and you're hungry, check the third dumpster past the CATLINE station tomorrow night. i left something. no note this time. just tuna. we eat TOGETHER down here or NEKOCORP wins by default. stay wanted. stay fed.