He wasn't born. He showed up.
Nobody knows where Street Cat came from. One rainy night he was just there: sitting on the trash can behind the noodle shop, under the sign with the broken neon, looking at everybody like they owed him money.
He lost half an ear to a raccoon called Big Larry. He got the scar in what he calls a knife fight (it was a shopping cart). He found the gold chain in a dumpster and has not taken it off since.
He doesn't want a home. He doesn't want a leash. He wants the alley, a fish head now and then, and a chart that goes up and to the right. $STRAY is his coin: a meme on Solana for every stray who never fit in a house.
— the alley