My response to the Daily Post prompt.
Your indifference suggests you don’t know
How the throw pillow came to be shredded,
But the nannycam will show
You vigorously masticating the quilted cover
And violently shaking the stuffing out
Transforming the couch into a ski jump.
You know I have to go to work.
I can’t stay home all day to entertain you
And keep you out of mischief.
You could occupy yourself with your Kong toy
(Get the treat, why don’t you)
And then nap for a few hours
(Like Spike used to).
You give me no choice.
I’m buying you a crate.
Think of it as protective custody.