Originally Posted by
asiafever
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Babycat
For the rare and radiant maiden that the angels named Babycat,
Nameless here, for evermore...
Babycat is alive and well, but as I've said before, cats come when they feel like, not when summoned.