A Feline Pilgrimage in Zenless Zone Zero: Tracking Down Sixth Street's Purr-sistent Pussycats

In the perpetually buzzing, neon-drenched arteries of New Eridu, the life of a Proxy is a chaotic symphony of commissions, Hollow raids, and arcade high scores. Yet, amidst the chrome and concrete, a softer, furrier set of responsibilities occasionally lands on their schedule. The Weekly Custom Schedule, that ever-present taskmaster, sometimes demands a shift in focus from battling Ethereals to, well, stalking cats. For agents in 2026, the sacred duty of photographing the elusive felines of Sixth Street—Chalky, Foamy, and Cookie—remains a quirky constant, offering a brief respite and a handful of useful rewards for those willing to play paparazzo to some supremely indifferent supermodels.

The Feline Trinity: Locations & Lairs

These aren't your average, scurrying alley cats. They are creatures of habit, as predictable in their routines as a corrupted data stream, but only once their photoshoot is officially scheduled. Forget trying to find them on your own time; they operate on a unionized schedule stricter than a Bangboo's maintenance protocol. Once the task is active, however, they materialize at their posts with the reliability of a daily login bonus.

• Chalky, The Alabaster Sentinel: This white-furred guardian prefers the dramatic ambiance of backstreet chiaroscuro. You'll find Chalky holding court in the alley beside the Godfinger arcade, specifically on the path that runs opposite the ever-tempting noodle shop. The most efficient approach is to fast-travel to the Officer Mewmew terminal. From there, simply turn your gaze towards the mascot, and you'll spot this pale sentinel lounging by a distinctive red shutter door, looking as out of place as a vinyl record in a digital jukebox. He's less a cat and more like a tiny, living marble statue that occasionally deigns to blink.

• Foamy, The Pipe-Dreamer: If Chalky is the classicist, Foamy is the industrialist. This black-and-white kitty has claimed the most structurally interesting napping spot on Sixth Street. Tucked away near a trio of large, stacked concrete pipes—the only set of its kind in the area, located snugly between the arcade and the Convenience Store and directly opposite Coff Cafe—Foamy redefines urban comfort. Finding this cat is like discovering a secret boss room; it's hidden in plain sight, nestled within the district's plumbing like a furry, breathing cog in the city's machine. Just snap a pic of the slumbering engineer; no need to save it to your album, the system logs it automatically.

• Cookie, The Two-Wheeled Throne-Sitter: The most mobile of the trio, Cookie prefers a seat with some horsepower. Her designated spot is in the alley by the noodle shop, but she's not ground-level. Look up, or at least to the parked vehicles. Cookie will be proudly perched atop a motorcycle parked beneath a cluster of whirring air conditioning units, surveying her domain like a furry monarch on a steel steed. She embodies the spirit of Sixth Street—cool, slightly aloof, and always ready for a ride. However, Cookie has been known to play hooky. If her motorcycle throne is empty, she's likely tied up with the "Big Sister's Whereabouts" side quest. Finish that bit of business, and she'll return to her post, probably without so much as a thank-you meow.

The Purr-fect Snapshot & Payday

The task is straightforward: photograph any two of these feline celebrities. The challenge isn't in the photography itself (the game's camera function is simpler than a Cunning Hares' business plan), but in the pilgrimage. Once you have your two shots, the rewards are automatically claimable:

Reward	Usefulness
Denny	The lifeblood of New Eridu commerce. Always needed, never abundant.
Inter-Knot Credit	Essential for upgrading your gear and agents. Think of it as feline-funded firepower.
Ether Plating Agent	Crucial material for tuning your W-Engines. The cats are indirectly funding your war against the Hollows!

It's a bizarre but rewarding loop: track down cats that are as scheduled as a TV broadcast, take their picture with less fanfare than a security camera, and get paid in resources that help you save the city. In a world overrun by digital horrors, there's a strange comfort in such a simple, whimsical task. These cats, in their own stubborn, predictable ways, are as much a part of New Eridu's fabric as the Hollows themselves—just significantly cuter and much less likely to end your career. So next time the schedule pops up, embrace your inner pet photographer. It's a nice break, and the pay isn't anything to sneeze at, unless you're allergic.