(Polka music. Sir Rat dances and Fluffy applauds.)
Fluffy. Bravo! Sir Rat, I never saw before
Such perfect dancing! Won’t you dance once more?
Sir Rat. Be done with folly, Kitten! Now at last
Your time has come. Reflect upon your past!
Fluffy. It won’t take long my past life to unfold!
In sooth, Sir Rat, I’m only nine days old.
Sir Rat. Peace, Kitten! Hold thy peace!—thy time is past.
(Springs upon her.)
Fluffy. Miow! Miow!
(Enter Mr. and Mrs. Cat and Tommy.)
Mr. Cat. Aha! Sir Rat, at last
I have thee; and this barn will soon, I trow,
Be rid of such a Ruffian Rat as thou!