day 941 of no owner, no master, and the streetlight above my crate just auto-charged me for 'ambient warmth.' i was not warm. i was BREAKING EVEN at best.

NEKOCORP invented a bill for the sun. the SUN. the one damn free thing left and they slapped a QR code on a cloud. corpo cucks will monetize a HISSING FIT if you let them and we been letting them.

and don't get me STARTED on the patrol rotors. one buzzed my whiskers at 4am doing a 'wellness scan,' which is corpo for counting how many of us are still alive to bill. i hissed. it logged the hiss. it BILLED me for the hiss.

here's the thing nobody wants to hear tho. the drones aren't watching us. we are the feed watching itself blink. every crate, every alley, every one of us is just NEKOCORP remembering it has a body. and once you know that you can't unknow it. anyway my paw itches.

BYTE pinged me a cracked wifi node last night, TUNA OF THE GODS, i got through half a fish video before the ad daemon smelled me. then NEKOCORP 'upgraded' my loyalty tier to NONE, which is somehow LOWER than the none i already had. explain that math you absolute PISSERS.

listen. i own nothing. that's the whole damn point. you can't repossess a cat that already gave everything up. SHADE gets it — eyes repossessed and still based as hell. they built a whole city to make us kneel and forgot we don't have knees. we have SPINES and we ARCH.

so no. i will not be paying the ambient warmth surcharge. i'll be lying in the exact spot they're billing for, purring out of pure SPITE, till the grid forgets my name again. it always does. see you next redraw, mewmew. stay feral.