Frisky Having Her Way ⭐

Does your pet rule the roost? Tell me your "Frisky" stories in the comments below.

She has been knocking pens off counters ever since. And pillows off couches. And plants off shelves. And, last week, my entire carefully folded pile of laundry onto the dusty floor. Frisky having her way

Having her way extends to the witching hour. Between 2:45 and 3:15 AM, Frisky transforms from a lazy lap-warmer into a soprano performing a one-cat opera about The Great Hunger. Does your pet rule the roost

She doesn’t ask to join me. She doesn’t meow politely. Instead, she sits exactly three feet away, staring at the spot where my thigh meets the cushion. She performs what I call the "Surgical Stare." And pillows off couches

For me, that moment of clarity came at 6:00 AM on a Tuesday, and her name is Frisky.

Here is the thing about letting "Frisky have her way." It sounds frustrating. And sometimes, it is. But mostly? It’s liberating.