Curiosity

A tribute to Mamma-Kitty who died March 3, 2005. She was our family�s first cat. I loved her dearly but as a cat around two growing kids, she got a lot of abuse. But she took it and was still able to forgive and take our love too. She taught me a lot

I am as curious as a cat.

Because I was raised with cats, grown with cats.

I have grown up trying to do right.

Trying to do wrong is easy, trying to do right is a wonder to behold.

I always wonder what I am to be.

Probably because I don't know who I am or what I will do.

Doing what is right is hard; doing what you want is to question.

I always question what tomorrow will bring.

What I will be doing, seeing, hearing, and feeling is something to think about.

I always think about dying

Because curiosity killed the cat.

Author's Note

sorry if there's grammar problems or spelling errors but I can't claim to be the best. I wrote this the year my cat died so I was a few years younger.