Wherefore art thou, Kitty?

Here at Le Couvent we have two beautiful old stone balconies, perfect if you happen to be a Montague, a Capulet, or, indeed, a dog. Kit the labrador is rather partial to them. When the bell rings and she can't be bothered to run downstairs, she sticks her head through an arch and barks. Her ears bob up and down and you can hear her serenade all over the village.