Frisky Having Her Way Official

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."

And honestly? I wouldn't have it any other way. Frisky having her way

She didn't want the food. She just wanted me to get up . After exactly four minutes of this psychic assault,

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 is stretched out like a furry starfish,

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

And when I finally give up on the left corner of the couch and sit on the floor instead, she will eventually jump down, walk a slow circle around my lap, and curl up with a deep, rattling purr.

The first major negotiation happened regarding the living room sectional. I prefer the left corner. It has the perfect sightline to the television and the window. Frisky, however, prefers the left corner while I am sitting in it .