Animal House [FREE]

It started with a stray tabby, Barnaby, who found a broken latch on the basement window. He was followed by a one-eyed pug named Gus, who simply refused to leave the welcome mat. Then came the crow, a scruffy philosopher named Poe, who could work the kitchen faucet handle with his beak.

The trouble began with a squirrel. Not any squirrel—a wiry, manic looter named Chestnut. Chestnut had been casing the bird feeder for weeks. One Tuesday, he managed to squeeze through a gap in the attic eaves. He emerged in the living room just as a cake—baked by a surprisingly dexterous raccoon named Margot—was cooling on the counter. Animal House

The house at 13 Mockingbird Lane didn't look like much from the street—peeling white paint, a porch swing that creaked without wind, and gutters stuffed with the skeletal remains of autumns past. But inside, it was a kingdom. It started with a stray tabby, Barnaby, who

Harold smiled. "Alright," he said. "But I get the bedroom with the working radiator." The trouble began with a squirrel

He opened the door and descended. The basement was finished—nice, even, with a rug and a sofa. And there, arranged in a semicircle, sat a tabby cat, a one-eyed pug, a crow, a parakeet on a miniature perch, a raccoon, and a squirrel holding a single, perfect maraschino cherry.

Harold arrived at 9 PM with a spare key, a flashlight, and a deep sense of dread. He unlocked the door. The house was silent. Dust motes danced in the beam. He walked to the kitchen. No animals. No cake. Just a clean counter and a faint whiff of lemon polish.