I killed a baby mouse today. At first I thought it was dryer lint on the stairs. Then it moved. So I got Puddy. She just looked at it. Turns out she was uninterested because she’d eaten Mama Mouse during the night. Which explains the kerfuffle under our bed at 3:30 am. So when Little Lint Mouse ran down the stairs and scared Suzy out the front door, Puddy still standing by unmoved, I did what any man would do. I tossed a book at it. “My Perfect Life.” In front of my kids. It dropped the poor thing like a piece of Montreal overpass. One little paw stuck out…