I returned a cat for smell.
Back in 1975, I was a young hippy, living up the BC coast, building a geodesic dome and spending my spare time playing my 1966 P-bass. ... Some how I took in a stray cat, which I thought was a decent thing to do. ... I always, as I do today, kept my bass out of the case so, I can reach for it anytime I wish. ... I guess, while I was old the cat crapped in my Fender case and the lid closed, I blamed the cat for that too. ... A few days must have passed before I discovered it. ... I then opened the back door and returned the cat.