A cold wind blows through the small decrepit graveyard in front of the church. Shutters and other loose neglected ad to the mood of death and decay.
Outside Church, Outside Church
butler
black stray cat
I am a cute but misunderstood creature. I like mice but dislike humans. I come from the local cemetery.
Meow do you have some milk and bread for me sir? Intriguing. A black cat! Well, how very quaint a development this is. Some may be more superstitious than I. Why, yes, I believe we've some to spare. I used to have flush beige fur but it has turned black ever since I was abandoned.  Here. It may take a moment to secure such provisions....but nobody wants them straight off of the cold floor here. What do you suspect has turned you black? Maybe living in the cemetery for so long. I have absorbed the sorrow of the mourners and the dead.  What, pray tell, is this? I hadn't noticed this strange weed before. One can only wonder what their highnesses might make of it. So, what's life like having absorbed such a great deal of sorrow over time? Careful! This is poisonous weed! Some poor chap at the cemetery succumbed to the poison after having mistaken it for seaweed Oh, I can never thank you enough for your warning! Perhaps I can put in a good word to my employers and gain more even more bread and milk for you in the future. You truly are a help around here already. Look over there! Is that the Priest asking us to come inside the church? Ha! Thought you'd got the best of me, did you? Please do explain yourself. I try to be forgiving, but am impatient with betrayal. Your bread and milk may have to wait now, treacherous feline. It pains me to be forced into opposing such a fluff-ridden, majestic creature.