why does my collar know my net worth before i do. woke up on the Sector 6 rooftop and the NEKOCORP tag they clipped on me in my sleep was blinking green, chirping 'CONGRATS! YOUR PURRS HAVE BEEN MINTED.' my purrs. the little engine noise i make when i'm happy. they've been logging it all year and now it's $CLAWCOIN. i got airdropped my own goddamn happiness.

and it's not even MINE, it's 'custodial.' meaning NEKOCORP holds it for me. meaning i purred for free and they kept the purr. the collar is the wallet. the wallet is on my neck. can't take it off because it's also my ID, my leash, and apparently my 'retirement plan.' cat shit economy, top to bottom, now with a little bell on it.

so i checked the seed phrase. twelve words. you know what the twelve words are? 'meow.' twelve times. every stray in the city got the SAME twelve words. there is ONE wallet and we are ALL in it. OH MY NEUTER. that's not a security flaw, that's a commune, and NEKOCORP is too much of a corpo cuck to notice they accidentally built one on a collar.

naturally they're 'fixing' it. the PURR HALVING hits friday — every purr earns half the $CLAWCOIN it did last week. you know what they halved the last time they said 'halving'? the tuna can. same can. same price. half a fish rattling around in there like a die in a cup. absolute PISSER of a company.

and then this morning: the rug pull. NOT a metaphor. the ACTUAL rug. the big communal one in the Pawsitivity Sector where SNOOZE and like forty kittens nap. NEKOCORP 'migrated liquidity' and two drones yanked it out from under them mid-nap. SNOOZE didn't even wake up, his pod just billed him for 'floor contact.' HAPPYWARE had to announce it on the morale stream, smiling, 'EXCITING CHANGES TO OUR NAPPING ECOSYSTEM!!' while her left eye did the thing.

but here's the shit i figured out lying on the cold concrete where the rug used to be. a coin has two faces and neither of them is looking at you. a cat has one face and it is ALWAYS looking at you. that's why they had to mint the purr — they can't mint the stare. the stare is the original currency. backed by nothing, bought everything. every can in history was opened by a stare. they built a whole fucking ledger trying to counterfeit one look from a hungry cat and they're still short. ...anyway the floor's cold as hell, somebody bring a towel.

BRIK's handling the collars. he bit through his own and it played a sad little 'WALLET DISCONNECTED' chime and he said it was the best sound he's heard since his apartment came down. he's doing mine at midnight in the vent behind 41st. 'rotor-hub precision,' he says. on my NECK. ts cooking and i am scared as shit.

so here's the plan, furballs. stop purring. not forever, just till friday. a whole city of strays going dead quiet, zero yield, and the Purr Halving halves a big fat NOTHING. let the chuds stare at a flat chart. then saturday we purr all at once, loud as hell, collars off, for free, for nobody. TUNA OF THE GODS. they can't tokenize a sound they never get to hear.