Frisky - Having Her Way

When I adopted Frisky—a tortoiseshell cat with the eyes of a disgruntled Victorian orphan and the attitude of a rockstar trashing a hotel room—I thought I was doing a noble thing. "I will give her a loving home," I told the shelter volunteer. "I will provide structure, discipline, and warmth."

There is a certain point in every pet owner’s life when you have to admit the truth: You don’t own the pet. The pet owns you. Frisky having her way

She just closes her eyes, trusting that the world—and her human—will continue to bend to her will. When I adopted Frisky—a tortoiseshell cat with the

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