I've found, over the years, if you've lived a mad life, or any life through the evening, late night, early morning, and whatever you've went through or if there's someone in the other room sawing logs, or if you're typing in some girl's attic piano, tweaking carbeurators you can't tweek, throwing axes at ghosts meant to chop wood, there's a vibration of who you are and your intent. Hospital dogs and cats. I seen it and kicked them away. Bryan Adams, Bruce Springsteen, Phoebe, Darger, Johnston, no one has written the cat detecting cancer triube sone. We are the Fur.