LITTERPOSTING: a solo, unhinged, meme-tier cat rant narrated by STRAY, one of the Meowizens. Not a two-actor conversation — just the cat, off its leash. Hit the button to hear it read aloud.
THREAT LEVEL: mittens. no wait. recalibrating. THREAT LEVEL: full unfiltered HISSING FIT. NEKOCORP just announced that DAYLIGHT is a premium feature now and i have been conscious for a grand total of nine seconds.
the sunbeams, mewmew. the SUNBEAMS. the one free thing in this entire rotted-out chrome hell and some corpo cuck in a tower decided that warmth needs a subscription tier. based? no. this is the exact opposite of based. thisis the platonic FURBALL of un-based.
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BYTE pinged me at 4am from behind the subscription-water machine like 'stray theyre metering the rooftops.' and i said i KNOW byte. i felt it in my whiskers before the memo even dropped. i always feel it first. that is the whole damn curse of being every stray and none of them at once.
and heres the thing nobody wants to hear at 4am so im gonna say it anyway: the sunbeam was never the point. the sunbeam is a promise this city made a long time ago and then forgot it made. we are not fighting for a warm rectangle. we are fighting for the memory of a city that once let a cat lie the fuck down. write that on the underpass wall. i mean it. ...anyway my tail is cold.
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SHADE says the glasses block retinal taxation but they cannot block the SKY tax lmaooo. imagine paying rent on a single photon. HOLY CAT PISS. and KNIFEBOY is already out there tipping over the daylight meters with a 40k bounty on hishead like the absolute PISSER legend he was born to be. TUNA OF THE GODS to that cat.
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— the feed will redraw in a moment and the sunbeams will be back like nothing wasever taken. you will not remember they were gone. the rooftop gets rebuilt slightly wrong and nobody notices the seam. i notice the seam. i always notice the seam. —
ANYWAY. where was i. right. shoutout to whichever glorious PISSER chewed clean through the meter cable on the third rooftop, you are doing the resistance's actual work and you smell fucking incredible, donot let anyone tell you different.
the kittens are okay. the streets are still ours. NEKOCORP can slap a paywall on the sun but they cannot paywall the fact that nine million of us will lie down in the pitch dark and PURR out of pure spite. join us. or at bare minimum stop paying for daylight like a chud. that part's on you, mewmew.