Maybe you and Stubby have a history in a previous life. :-)

I house-and-cat-sat for my sister and her husband a number of years ago. Their cat at the time did *not* care for me, either, but he put up with me. (I controlled the food and the cream, after all.) They were gone a week, and the moment they walked back in the door -- before the suitcases hit the floor even -- the little monster jumped up next to me and started whacking me furiously with his paw; since he was no longer dependent on me, he could give free rein to his feelings...)

::shutting up now; I feel like I've been babbling at you right and left::