Of course I am not talking about the musical with Barbra Streisand, I have never seen it. Why should I? I like to do my own singing.
I'm talking about the deluded human living in this house.
Wanna know what she just tried?? When I practiced my "walk back and forth in front of the computer, hit the desk lamp with your head and box Mom's chin with everything possible, from head to my incredibly muscular tail", she actually pushed me over to my space and said "Stay!!" At my stunned look she went on "Sit, Pon! Good boy!"
What does she think I am, a dog???
I guess it's not necessary to say that I didn't do such a thing. I am a little worried for her mental health now, though.