The undertaker's halfblood grayhound, always dozing in the middle of the sidewalk. He's called Sticks. Or Styx.
The cabinetmaker's kitten, all stripes and sweetness. He attacks pigeons twice his size so predator and prey roll down the cobbled street in a furious ball of feathers and blood.
A kid-sized teddybear sits placidly by the phonebooth. His long snout looks sad and sagged, but somehow still loved. A passing teenager kicks him in the face.