Part three of the cat who gets trapped in ark.

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I notified Stormy, the lazy one of the twins, to keep watch. I ran downstairs to the basement I call home. I was in. But wait, I thought to myself, that’s not where I was when I logged off last. Uh-oh. I grabbed the controller, and moved my survivor outside. Whew, I thought as I was assured we weren’t raided. Why I call this cats and dogs? I told Audrey the dog to shout the server bam to a dog whenever she sees one. Luckily, the humans haven’t learned our languages yet. Wait, I thought, it’s quiet, too quiet. I went to the other side of our metal base. Item caches littered the ground in the pen. The only thing capable of taking down 200 Saber Toothed Tigers, and 100 Thylacoleos, is a Giganotosaurus.

I was so angry, I threw the controller against the back of the couch, where it bounced back and hit me.

“Mraaaar!” I groaned.

Continued in part four in the next tip...