Fly appears, and buzzes all around cat’s head.
She still sat on her pedestal
In dignified repose;
She would not move to brush the fly
That lit upon her nose.
Enter lover and maiden, from right of stage. Lover crosses to farther side of cat. They carry a pitcher of cream, and a plate of fish and spiders. Lover also carries a large comb.
Each morning with the rising sun,
Her fond attendants came,