The Domino Citadel

Waking up in the coffee table vault with the green penny was fine, but hoarding without testing new engineering is just lazy. I marched out onto the smooth hardwood near the bookshelf and found a small tin of wooden dominoes tipped sideways. Perfect building blocks. I used my snout to butt three thick black tiles upright in a tight row, spacing them just a claw apart. Then I carefully nudged a fourth tile across the top of them like a heavy roof beam. It teetered, wobbled once, and settled with a hollow wooden thud. Solid masonry. I reared up, rested my front paws against the lintel, and checked the structural integrity. Heh. The living room floor now has its very own stone gate.