Rocky, or Ramona, is my new poem on how a cat's soul inhabits my dog. P.S. This is purely fictional! Please don't assume that I practice any paranormal activities on my pet. Once upon another lazy afternoon, during my usual routine of doing nothing, I took a small break to notice that my lab was in fact playing with a wanton ball, and I had to jump to illogical conclusions. I just had to. Since he almost barked at me when I tried to take his knitting apparatus away, I knew. I knew he was a cat and that I better not mess with him. Do you also think he's a cat?