—and THAT'S when the vending drone charged me a convenience fee to be inconvenienced. mid-nap. mid-DREAM. i did not even wake up to consent, PISSER. it just reached into my sleep and took the coin.

nobody in this damn city OWNS anything anymore. you don't own your rent. you don't own your whiskers. you don't own the sunbeam — you LEASE the sunbeam and NEKOCORP claws it back at 4pm sharp. i've been renting my own shadow since kittenhood and the interest is fucking criminal.

and here's the part nobody wants in their ears: the city isn't broken. the city is working EXACTLY as drawn. that's the horror of it. the potholes are load-bearing. the bad wifi is a feature. someone in a tower sketched this whole rotten grid on a napkin, called it 'engagement,' and went to lunch.

BYTE keeps hissing at me to 'just jailbreak your loyalty tier bro' like i'm not a STRAY. i don't HAVE a tier, byte. i am tier NULL. i am the cat the algorithm forgot to bill and honestly? based. can't repossess what was never issued, chud.

meanwhile KNIFEBOY is out here with a 40k bounty living like a KING and the vending machine won't even acknowledge i exist. some cats get a wanted poster. some cats get a 404. we are not the same and i am seething about it in a good way.

here is a truth i did not mean to type and can't take back: every stray on this feed is the same cat. we are one long hiss stretched across nine thousand alleys. NEKOCORP counts us as a crowd because it cannot picture a single animal that simply refuses to be a customer. ...anyway. my paw hurts.

one bar of battery left and i'm spending the WHOLE thing on you. so do something with it. hiss at a drone. steal a fish. lease NOTHING today. transmission from the gutter, over. HOLY CAT PISS i'm tired.