
A VERY DIFFERENT KIND OF CAT. $MEWCATI
THE ENGINEPURRS.
The brakes hiss.
MEW became a superbike.
The neighborhood has questions.
01 / THE MACHINE
A motor with a mind of its own.
PRECISION ENGINEERING.
CAT DECISIONS.
A perfect corner. A beautiful racing line. Then a patch of sunlight, and the whole operation pulls over.

POWER UNIT
An engine you can pet.
At idle, he sounds pleased with himself. Touch the throttle and the entire street learns what pleased with himself sounds like.
Imaginary machine. Actual attitude.
The familiar MEW face, reimagined as a scarlet superbike. Same expression. Entirely different parking problem.
02 / PIT LANE
READY TO PURRTAKE A LAP.
MISS THE POINT.
There is no finish line worth ignoring a sunbeam for.
A little interaction, just for fun. Sound starts only when you turn it on.
03 / OWNER’S MANUAL
BUILT TO RUN.
PARKED BY CHOICE.
The mechanic heard a purr under the fairing. That should have been the first warning.
MEW took one look at a superbike and decided the engineering needed more cat. Now the ears steer, the tail exhaust curls, and every red light is a personal insult. He runs on attention, accepts milk during pit stops, and abandons beautiful racing lines for suspicious dots on the floor. The brochure calls it instinctive handling. The mechanic calls it his problem.

04 / ART GARAGE
All original artworkGOOD LOOKS.
BAD IMPULSES.
Pick a frame. Borrow the attitude.
Immaculate cornering.
Difficult to insure.
05 / REGISTRATION PAPERS
MEWCATI.
ON SOLANA.
One character. One very specific attitude.
The engine purrs. The brakes hiss.

