Curiosity Killed The Cat Novels & Stories

I pretended to whine and Kiara had to cover her mouth to stop herself from laughing out loud, my smile widening at the sight. “Curiosity killed a donkey” “I’m pretty sure it was cat” “Why would curiosity kill a cat?” Kiara asked frowning. “Why would it be killing a donkey?” I asked raising an eyebrow. “How would I know? All I know is that cats are cute, especially kittens” she said dreamily and I found myself admiring her for what seemed like the thousandth time today, though it didn’t matter, I was enjoying every second of it.

"Only us, all the other animals was the same as the ones you watched in the TV, they cannot grow wings even if they practice million years." "Why are cats so special?" "How should I know? Do you know that curiosity kills the cat? " Joy stopped asking, she was worried that Baby would lose control any minute. Then Joy heard a sound brought by the wind. It seemed to come from ancient times, but it was also loud and clear:

Mykhol’s frown pulled up to smirk. What a delightful boy. Queen Belinda silently chuckled into her cup. She had to congratulate herself. It was a good idea to have sat down with him after all. It’s turning into quite the payoff. Queen Belinda looked at the teen anew. She was growing inspired, and a plan was forming in her head: a project involving herself and a newly formed accomplice. And what luck! She had one now. My luck must finally be changing, indeed. “Tell me, Lord Mykhol. Have you ever heard the phrase ‘curiosity killed the cat?’” Queen Belinda asked with a cruel smile.

Curiosity got the best of me as I wiped the tears off of my cheeks and asked him,"Why are you looking at me like that after I cried like a kid?" "Like what?" "Like I am a brave survivor or something." Hearing my response, a smile crept up his face as he held my cheeks lovingly and looked me in the eyes and said,"Because you are. And, not that you have fed your curiosity, feed my cat too." Confusion crept up my mind as I tilted my head at him,"Huh?" "Why did you react the way you did looking at some normal berries?" Oh fuck!

I muttered under my breath, almost to myself. He stiffened and although I couldn't see his face I knew his smile fell all because of that one question, "Can we not talk about it, please?" my heart ached at how broken he suddenly sounded. Why did I have to go ask that question now? I turned in his hold and strained my neck to look up at the tall but handsome man in front of me, "I'm sorry. I always forget that it's curiosity that killed the cat." "At least the cat had nine lives," he smugly said, allowing the tension that settled between us just a second ago to dissipate, "Now let's get going because we have a little girl to see."

I guess it is my punishment for assuming my sister was the female caller and deciding to take adult matters into my own hands. A lot of people say that curiosity always kills the cat. I don't know if it is true or not. All I know is that I was a curious person who wasn't a cat or a cat lover. Actually, I hate cats. Those creatures never seem to understand when they need to be in their own personal space. Yesterday, when I went to the public dump site to empty some trash, I saw a cat searching for something in a black sack. Whatever it was looking for was none of my business. I was only concerned about its bright eyes that kept on staring at me in the dark. Why can't it just take what it want

Its instinct screamed danger, but it was too late. The poison, concealed within the milk by a malevolent hand, worked swiftly. The cat's movements slowed, its vibrant fur dulled, and its breaths grew shallow. With a final gasp, it collapsed, a tragic victim of human folly and cruelty. Silence descended upon the lab once more, broken only by the distant chirping of birds outside. The cat, a mere innocent seeking sustenance, had met its untimely end—a casualty in a world where even the simplest of desires could lead to tragedy.

I guess I was in shock at that time, I can't remember. Curiosity really killed the cat. At least that's what killed me. My heart was dead. I felt nothing. Now thinking about it, I wished I hadn't opened that video clip. I wonder if we'd still be together if I'd have done otherwise. But regrets are for pussy's, isn't it so brother?

“I’ll handle her slowly, Jason. Don’t you know that a cat doesn’t catch mice to feed on them?” “Oh?” Jason inhaled his cigar and blew smoke onto Sally’s face. His fingers gently lifted her chin as he looked carefully at her face. “What do cats do with them, then?” There was a sarcastic look in his eyes, but Sally did not feel insulted about it at all. She smiled and explained, “Cats don’t lack food. When they catch a mouse, they play with it until they get bored. After that, they’ll kill it once it has lost its value.”

After putting away more chicken curry, Guy said, ‘Anoushka had two kittens a year or two back. Kit and Kat.* ‘And the poor little things both got run over within six months,* Anoushka said. Claudia felt a pang of empathy. ‘How awful.* ‘They had no road sense whatsoever,* said Guy. ‘Engaging little beasts, but brainless as they come.* ‘Mrs Pierce didn’t think they were engaging,* Anoushka said sulkily. ‘If you ask me, she got that horrible son of hers to come and run them over on purpose.*