"Sleep, no." But Kit stretched his long limbs as cats often do, with elegant pose. "I was just basking in the sun. I do so love warming myself. Don't you?"
On tip toe he gracefully moved forward with little regard for personal space as he dotted the nose of the Piggly-boy. "You're not a cat." He said with astute observation, having taken in the scent of the other equally and appraised his looks and movements.
"You weren't rude so it's quite excusable." He brushed aside the apology like a speck of dust and leaned in on the other's shoulder, eyeing him. "Who are you?"