SHE
No, he's simply vexed.
KIKI-THE-DEMURE, (as soon as there's question of himself)
Me-ow!
HE, (tenderly and eagerly)
Come my beautiful Kiki, my imprisoned one, come. You shall have cold roast-beef and some breast of chicken...
(He opens the prison basket and KIKI puts forth his head, flattened on top like that of a serpent; then his long, striped body, cautiously, and so very slowly that one begins to think it's coming out by the yard.)
TOBY-DOG (pleasantly)
Ah, there you are, cat! Well, now, proclaim your freedom!