the economy
ate his homework.
Doodle Cash Cat had a plan: nap in a sunbeam, contribute nothing, retire at three.
Then rent went up. His therapist said “have you tried being a dog?” And the self-checkout asked for a 25% tip.
Now he cries in crayon. It's cheaper than therapy and somehow still counts as a brand.
No master plan. Just a cat going through it.*emotionally accurate. legally a drawing.
