Curiosity Doesn’t Kill the Cat

If there’s one expression that leaves me scratching my head, it is this: curiosity killed the cat.

I really don’t get it. Curiosity, to my mind, is an intrinsic part of a cat’s make-up. It is actually a life-saver, something that adds to their day-to-day existence.

Bob certainly loves exploring. Wherever we go, he will scout out his surroundings. He won’t sit down contentedly until he’s checked out the location fully. He will spend ages sniffing and shoving his head into nooks and crannies, rooting around until he is satisfied he has seen all there is to see.

It’s partly an instinctive cat trait. He wants to feel safe and secure. He is marking out his territory. But it’s partly, too, because he’s curious – and, to judge from the way he wags his tail and nonchalantly strolls around, exploring the world around him makes him happy.

Too many of us lead incurious lives. Too many of us are afraid to try something new. Too many want to stick to the well-worn path, rather than following the uncharted one where we can leave our own trail. We should all embrace the unknown sometimes.

Curiosity doesn’t kill anyone or anything. Quite the opposite – it is the source of some of the best things in life.