Same lineage. Different job title. Cash Cat collects the cash and calls it democratizing finance. Rob Cat came through the vents and took it back — mask on, beanie on, zero remorse.
Before the green app. Before the ticker. Cash Cat was just a mascot with a fistful of cash and a pitch deck, sitting pretty while every commission-free trade quietly kept its ████ at the top.
Rob Cat isn't the mascot coming back to reclaim a name. Rob Cat is the one who slipped in through the ████████ at 3AM while Cash Cat was sleeping on his own hype, and left with the entire sack.
No polite letter to Vlad. No treats. Just a beanie pulled low, a mask tied tight, and a simple rule: what the hood keeps, the Rob takes back.
Cash Cat calls it democratizing finance. Rob Cat calls it ████████████. Same cat family. Opposite side of the vault door.
Token deploys quietly. Nobody's watching the vents yet. Rob Cat prefers it that way.
CT notices the mask in the group chat. Chart starts climbing the fire escape.
Cash Cat notices his sack is lighter. Issues a strongly worded statement. Nobody in the getaway car cares.
Either we're all rich or we all disappear. No in between. That was always the deal.
Four steps. Even a cat could do it.