When I went to OC, I lived in "frisbee house" for a few years. We had good parties. One particular party stands out and that's the one where we decided to have a beach house theme. Mind you, this was in the middle of February in Northeast Ohio. Northing but ass cold snow and rain.

Since weren't paying for utilities, we decided to make like summer and crank up the thermostat to 85 degrees. We wanted a beach so we purchased a huge tarp and laid it across the floor. On top we put down about a ton of play sand, driven in multiple truckloads from the Lowe's in Elyria. The people at Lowe's just stared and wondered what the fuck a bunch of college guys wanted with toy sand. It took some time to haul it all in but the effort was well worth it.

The party was a blast and people came in bathing suits, one guy was even carried in a kayak. Everyone drank and played in the sand. Naturally, my landlady wasn't pleased and she wrote a scathing letter and asked us not to come back. She was also pissed that I had a kitty in the house which leads me to a different story.

Since sophomore year, I had a kitty named Milo. I adopted him and he moved into my quad in North where I lived with various people including Squid, Smiley, Skip, and Wilson. He was a nice kitty and killed the mice and was eventually trained to go potty outdoors. Such a good kitty. When I moved into a

house

house junior year, kitty came with me. My housemates Brady and John loved the kitty, but were mean to it sometimes, throwing couch pillows at it, yelling at it, and drawing messages on it with magic marker. But kitty didn't mind too much because he had a good home and food, lots of food. In fact, we were so nice to kitty that we fed him a la carte. We put all of kitty's food into a big stew pot and he could eat as much as he wanted whenever he wanted. Well, I remember one day my landlady was at the house showing the upstairs and Brady was cooking lunch. We were trying to keep kitty out of sight from the landlady. But kitty was not being a good kitty.

He was not eating his food and was meowing. Brady punished the kitty by throwing a pot at it across the room. Kitty got scared and ran across the house and upstairs, right into the landlady coming down the stairs.

Needless to say, she was pissed and tried to withold my security deposit. I was having none of that as security deposits are not intended to be withheld as collateral for violating the letter of the lease (which I did for sure). The security deposit is supposed to compensate the landlady for damages to the home. So I fought that and got my security deposit back. That's the end of the story. Kitty lives with my parents in Maine and does not miss NE OH.