Toby In A Nutshell.

Things That Toby Hates:

• When you hold onto his tail while he’s going downstairs.
• Carbonated beverages
• Hand sanitizer
• Spray bottles
• Chick peas (they sound and smell a lot like tuna, and he does NOT like being duped. It's undignified.)
• Other animals. (You either have to submit to them or kill them. There are no other options.)
• When somebody touches his paws.
• Mocking and taunting, particularly when it involves his ethnicity.
• When the humans sleep.
• The shower. A torture box.
• When he gets shut in the linen closet while taking a nap.
• The car. Because no good ever comes of getting in that.
• The vet. See above.
• Vacuum cleaners. Thinly disguised cat dismantlers.
• When a human is sleeping and they move. Very insensitive.
• When large black garbage bags get waved around to open them up. Too much like a visit from the Angel of Death.
• Canned cat food.
  

Things That Toby Loves:

• Tuna
• When the humans come home. Because they might give him tuna.
• Summer
• A box. Any box. Anything that looks like it might possibly be a box. Like coolers, backpacks, laundry baskets and grocery bags.
• The linen closet, but only when the door is open.
• The fuzzy blue pillow. It takes him back to his kittenhood, because he kneads and drools and purrs like a jet engine for an unseemly amount of time with that thing.
• When I sit down to the computer. Optimum time to convince me of his devotion.
• My earplugs.
• When I get up. Almost time for tuna!
• My singing. At least, I assume he loves that.
• A good scratching.
• When I change the bed linens.
• Helping me knit.
• Catnip.