Yoshi should count her blessings that this phenomenon doesn't happen more regularly because her aversion to the smell of onions being cut up is very dramatic and fraught with anguish and despair.
As I start chopping the onions (said in a Creole accent-Onyons!) I can see her out of the corner of my eye sniffing the air with a decidedly peevish cast to her ears.
Then the obsessive head tossing and lip smacking begins.
This part lasts for several minutes.
By this time most likely the onions are in the skillet and the worst is over. My streaming eyes have stopped leaking. But Yoshi? Oh no. She's not finished.
She then runs to my bedroom and starts her pitiful wailing.
Woe, woe, my EYES! They pain me! You are a horrible person to perpetuate such dastardly deeds against my frail person!
I go to her and pet her a little.
It is not enough.
She looks at me, ears at half mast and blinks. And blinks. And blinks some more.
What she wants is for me to wipe away her tears.
Yes, tears. She actually has tears.
I get a tissue and wipe away her tears. Cooing sweet nothings to her.
But too soon I have to return to my cauldron of poison.
And then the whole thing starts again until the sauce is finished cooking and packed away in the freezer.