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01/10/2026

01/10/2026

The Cat, the Two Foals and the Downfall of Civilisation.

There are many ways historians will one day chart the collapse of civilisation. Economic instability. Climate change. Political unrest. But I know the truth.

It began at 7:03 a.m. on a Saturday, with a cat.
Every morning follows the same sacred ritual. I wake up, pull on whatever clothes are closest to my bed (usually a creative mix of joggers, yesterday’s hoodie, and optimism), and drive to the yard to feed the animals.
The cat is always first as he believes breakfast is a human rights issue.

The yard looked harmless. Innocent and snow free. It was not. Black ice: nature’s banana peel.

The cat launched into Operation Breakfast Now. He weaved around my ankles like an Olympic-level slalom skier, yelling about the injustices of starvation (he had eaten less than 12 hours ago and self supplements with assorted small creatures). I attempted the advanced technique known as “walk like a normal adult.” He responded by attempting a leg weave to rival crufts.

My foot hit ice.�I windmilled.�I accepted my fate.
I went down with all the grace of a fallen Mr Blobby while the two foals on the yard watched with intense interest, clearly rating the performance.
The cat stood over me, victorious, like a tiny furry dictator.

I got up, fed everyone anyway, and limped back inside with a powerful realisation:
Civilisation won’t end with fire or flood.�It’ll end with a cat, ice, and two foals who thought it was excellent entertainment.

Picture of the furry dictator. His name is Arlo and is living proof of the cat distribution system. But that’s another story.

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