[ WP ] Scientists manage to revive the dinosaurs . Fortunately , and also unfortunately , they all act like oversized house cats .

EDIT: For reference [ Ankylosaurus ] ( http: //imgur.com/a/xXpkp ) and [ Brontosaurus ] ( http: //imgur.com/a/Qp59M ) 
 
 Peter slept in his bedroom dreaming of his cat making a horrendous, low-pitched howling noise. 
 
 Slowly, he began to realize that cats do not make such a terrifying sound. In fact, he remembered that he has never owned a cat in his life. 
 
 A heavy scratching noise at his door woke him from this nightmare. 
 
 Ah, his brain groggily began to tell him, I *do* in fact have an Ankylosaurus. 
 
 The sun had not risen and Peter ’ s well-armored companion was still hungry even after a midnight snack. 
 
 BOOM! 
 
 “ My god! ” Peter curled into a ball with his back facing the door. The door which was now splintered into a thousand pieces. 
 
 “ For Christ ’ s sake Arnold. Just because you ’ re hungry does not mean you can declare Blitzkrieg on my fucking door! ” 
 
 Arnold caressed Peter ’ s shaking body with his nose and made a low pitch grumbling noise that reminded Peter of how insane it was to keep a dinosaur for a pet. 
 
 But it was *his* dinosaur. 
 
 “ One more hour Arnold. One more. That ’ s all I asked for. ” 
 
 Peter became concerned when he felt his mattress compress as if it was squished by a hydraulic press. Arnold ’ s chin rested on the end of the bed. 
 
 “ Get off, ” Peter sat up, “ you broke the bed frame last week. You ’ re going to suffocate my mattress right now. ” Peter touched his forehead to Arnold ’ s. His tail began to wag, slamming against the remaining walls. “ I would really appreciate it I still had a roof to sleep under by next week. ” 
 
 Peter stepped through the jagged hole that was once his door and shuffled into the kitchen. 
 
 “ What ’ ll it be? Kibbles n bits? A T-bone steak? ” Peter joked sarcastically. 
 
 Arnold smashed a crater into the ground with his tail. 
 
 “ Spare me, ” Peter whispered under his breath. He dumped three full buckets of pulpy fruit into the half-ton compost bin that he regretfully installed in place of his oven, dishwasher, and kitchen sink. 
 
 “ Bon appetit, ” he kissed his fingers, “ asshole. ” 
 
 Hoping to catch ten more minutes of sleep, Peter crept through the rubble and climbed back into bed. 
 
 His eyes opened again when he felt a cool draft coming from above. But, he mostly opened his eyes because he felt a large drop of goo slam on his face. 
 
 Above him was a large hole in his roof where Barry, his neighbor ’ s Brontosaurus, stared down at him. 
 
 “ God dammit. ” 
 

