Then she moved.
This is the "having her way" part. It is the execution. And it is glorious. There are no half-measures here. If Frisky is going to chase her tail, she will do it with the velocity of a hurricane. If she is going to steal a sock, she will parade it past you like a trophy. During this phase, Frisky is utterly present. She is not worried about the mess, the cost, or the time. She is simply doing . Frisky having her way
The first sign of trouble was the silence. Not the peaceful kind—the scheming kind. Then she moved
Adult life is often the enemy of the frisky. We are taught to be composed, professional, and predictable. However, suppressing that inner "frisky" side can lead to burnout and a lack of inspiration. And it is glorious
She ignored him. Instead, she extended one paw and gently nudged his cereal bowl. Milk sloshed. The spoon clinked. Frisky’s eyes said: I will tip this. Do not test me.