Father Preston's dog, I think he was an
Irish Terrier, would walk with the good priest on his walks through
the parish streets visiting members of the church. On many occasions
the two would walk down Christie Street towards Brill Street. Sometimes
the dog would cross over to the south side of Christie and lope
along.
On this day the gate to 185 Christie was open. Drinking from a
bowl were several kittens. The dog, seeing them, started to charge
and get them. Unknown to him, two Mother cats were snoozing on top
of the fence, the next thing he knew was he was hit by two Flying
Tigers.
Both were on his back biting and clawing. At this point the best
defense for him was retreat. Doing a quick about, Crossing Christie
he headed up Brill, finally lost the last mother cat as he passed
Ryan's heading north. Never again did he cross to the south side
of Christie Street. To him it was a lesson well learned.
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