An Odd Trio – Today, you can write about whatever you what — but your post must include, in whatever role you see fit, a cat, a bowl of soup, and a beach towel.
My bowl of chicken soup was sitting on the kitchen table. It had been quite a while since I nuked it and it was probably barely tepid at this point.
Probably I should nuke it again, though if it had ever contained anything other than artificial flavoring and salt, nuking it again would surely finish it off.
Except I was disinclined to touch my soup. To so much as approach it. A little bit left of the bowl from where I was standing, still wrapped in a damp beach towel — my sandy, wet bathing suit was on the bathroom floor and I promised myself I’d go wash it out soon — a toothy cat’s grin hung in the air.
Cheshire Cat was back. In my kitchen. And he wanted my soup.