SENTIMENTALITIES
The sunny porch. TOBY-DOG and KIKI-THE-DEMURE sprawl on the hot stone-flags, taking their after luncheon nap. The silence of Sunday prevails, yet TOBY-DOG is not asleep: the flies and a heavy luncheon torment him. Hind-quarters flattened out frog-fashion, he drags himself on his belly up to KIKI-THE-DEMURE whose striped body is perfectly quiet.
TOBY-DOG
Are you asleep?
KIKI-THE-DEMURE, (purrs feebly)
TOBY-DOG
Are you even alive? You're so flat! You look like the empty skin of a cat.