Animal House [VERIFIED]

It read:

The lamp shattered. The crash was loud enough to wake a real neighbor: Mrs. Gable from next door, a woman whose hobbies included knitting and filing noise complaints.

Not a human kingdom. An Animal House.

Harold smiled. "Alright," he said. "But I get the bedroom with the working radiator."

He should have been angry. He should have evicted them. Instead, Harold Finch, who had lived alone for eleven years, who had no one to talk to but the mail slot, sat down on the basement sofa. 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.

She peered through the window. What she saw was a crow holding a slice of cake, a pug wearing a lampshade like a Elizabethan collar, and a tabby trying to flush a squirrel down the toilet. It read: The lamp shattered

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.