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Thursday, 26 August 2004
Music Hater

One of our cats is terrified of acoustic guitars.

If she sees me holding a guitar, she hides. If she doesn't see me with the guitar (if I enter the room while she's looking out the window, for example), and I begin playing, even very softly, she whirls around with terror in her eyes and tears out of the room like the hounds of Hell are chasing her.

And it's not like I'm thrashing on power chords; even a soft tune on a classical guitar frightens her.

If I believed in reincarnation, I'd suspect she'd been crushed by a truckload of guitars in a previous life, or assaulted by a rogue mariachi band.* Or something.

* I once knew someone who claimed she hated barbershop quartet music because her grandmother had been sexually assaulted by a rogue gang of barbershoppers. Perhaps I could have given more credence to her tale if, years before that, I hadn't heard Diane on Cheers tell the exact same story as the reason why she didn't like barbershop.

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