In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “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.

Our beach trip that led to a cat.
The ball of fur on the road, wasn’t flat.
We had no idea where it might roam.
Rolled in a beach towel we took him home.
My wife cleaned the cat out on the stoop.
I went in the house to heat us a bowl of soup.
The now fluffy kitten continually cried.
I thought it would stop after being dried.
No crying, if held right under your chin.
The kitten that became rotten as sin.
It seems as though some cats never get ill.
Nine lives for sure, this one is with us still.