Grace
waking the cat
same soft chaos
A black cat with folded ears and honey eyes, living on Pons, the Robinhood launchpad. She turned up, took the warm spot, and never left.
Nobody launched Grace at anybody. She wandered onto Pons, sat down in the middle of the room, and made it hers. Folded ears, blue collar, one felt star that has never once been straight.
Charts do what charts do. Cats do what cats do. That turned out to be the whole idea.
Everything around her is soft on purpose: the blanket, the stars, the little house with the crooked chimney that follows her everywhere.
It's a corner of crypto that feels like a bedroom at 11pm with the lights still on.
good things aheadGrace is a CTO. The community picked her up and looks after her together — the art, the stories, the replies at 2am. Nobody owns her. Everybody feeds her.
she naps through every voteBe kind. Be a bit chaotic. Send the memes. Don't wake the cat.
And hold the way Grace holds a warm spot — quietly, stubbornly, with no intention of moving.
that's the whole roadmapAnything that connects to Pons. Put a little in for gas and a little in for the cat.
Open her launchpad page, connect, and check the address matches the one below. Always check the collar.
Pick an amount, confirm, come say hi on X. Then the hard part: stop opening the chart.
Grace and the little house, sent in by the family.