Frisky Having Her Way < Reliable >

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

After exactly four minutes of this psychic assault, I feel a phantom pressure on my leg. I get up to get a glass of water. When I return—poof. Frisky is stretched out like a furry starfish, belly up, paws spread, taking up 90% of the cushion. She looks up at me as if to say, "Oh, were you sitting here? That's weird. I don't remember your name being on the deed." Frisky having her way

Frisky looked at me, blinked slowly (the universal cat sign for "bless your heart"), and immediately knocked a pen off the counter. Here is the thing about letting "Frisky have her way

She didn't want the food. She just wanted me to get up . It’s liberating

She doesn't say thank you. She doesn't say sorry for the 3 AM concert or the ruined rug.