One of the rules in baseball is that you don't talk about a no hitter in progress, especially to the guy pitching it, lest you cause the gem to be broken up.
Likewise, my streak with no hands direction of Penwiper into the lavatory seems over now that I advertised it. He declined to go into the room on mere verbal direction for his last two meals. It was not unexpected, because he started to mutter unhappy meows before entering the last couple of times he did listen to me.
So it's back to picking him up or tossing a few kitty treats around.