Before Duncan came around, Toby was the baby.
He was good at being the baby.
He liked to stare at you with woeful eyes, pleading with you. “Just one more pet? One more ear scratch? I love you. Please? I love you very much.”
And then he would lounge contentedly on you for as long as he pleased.
Because he was the baby.
And babies do that.
But now Duncan is the baby.
Not so much the baby anymore.