> “Be that word our sign of parting, bird or felid!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black mark as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my mat!
Take thy claws from out my heart, and take thy form from off my mat!”
Quoth the Raven “I'm a cat.”