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.
The massive black manx gingerly licked at the still too hot, for him at least, clam chowder. Periodically he would raise his head and survey his surroundings with his one large yellow eye. The iris but a pin prick against the brightness of the day and one hear turned towards the house. He leapt off the table when he heard her return but too slowly this time.
“HEY Buttons! Bad cat.” She looked from her soup to him and back again. “Did you drink from this?” The cat did his best to look innocent, slightly shaking his head back and forth. She stared at him for a minute or two longer then laid out the beach towel she’d brought out over the lounger. She sat, sighed and picked up her bowl of soup.