Curiosity Has Never Killed A Single Cat

Curiosity has never killed a single cat. That's an old wives tale. An old adage. An urban legend. Nine times out of ten its a grand piano. Usually a Steinway. Very, very rarely a Fazioli. They simply fall out of the skies targeting a feline. The irony is the doomed cat sees it coming. And is hypnotized, frozen, spellbound and beguiled by it. And none of it is curiosity. It's acceptance. It's a catastrophe. It says to itself I've had a good life time to die. Most people and cats don't believe this. A grand piano is the natural enemy of all felines. And when I state this harsh truth to people, They simply don't believe me. And don't get me started about that nine lives crap.