Nose, the cat that my sister once called Jimmy Durante, is deathly afraid of ukuleles. If he hears the sound of one, he runs. If I come home with one in my hand, he stops his usual greeting (crossing me from right to left as I enter the front door) and goes the other direction. If he hears the sound of the case, he slinks away.
How can this be?
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