Very much a dog man myself, but in 1978-79 I shared quarters with the guitarist I was doing sound for & his cat. He'd blow town for a few weeks & she'd go absolutely neurotic, chasing stuff that wasn't there & such. His first morning home, he'd invariably find a mouse head (usually with spine) on the other pillow. And any time a woman spent the night (with one exception; told him he should marry her because of it) the cat would piss in his bed.
And we need better pix of that bass, John!
Peter