01
Poured, not born
The glassblower's last order of the night was a lucky cat. Somewhere between the furnace and the mold
the pigment jar came up empty, and instead of starting over he poured anyway. What cooled on the bench
was a cat you could read a whitepaper through.
02
Nine lives, zero secrets
A glass cat can't palm a treat. Can't stash a bag under the floorboards. Can't say "trust me, ser."
Everything PonsCat has ever held is visible from across the room — which made him a terrible thief
and a perfect mascot.
03
The bridge holds
Pons. They put him on the glass bridge as a joke, expecting the usual crunch.
He walked it. Sat down at the far end with those two black bead eyes and waited to see
who else had nothing to hide. He's still sitting there. On pump.fun.