Curiosity

I enjoyed this poem so much because we hear this phrase so often in society. "Curiosity killed the cat" but it didn't. Curiosity didn't kill Albert Einstien or scientists, or doctors, or lawyers, or teachers, or students, or anyone for that matter. It simply provided that life giving power to all people. "Dogs" in the poem live happy, usual, quiet yet short lives. While "cats" in the poem live for curiosity. They get nine lives because they spend each of them living their curiosities throughout. People not being curious about the next day they could live to see is what causes them to die. People who are not curious about the future have no interest in seeing it and therefore generally don't get to see it. What I didn't like about the poem was that at the end it says, "And what cats have to tell on each return from hell," because I don't feel that the cats should go to hell for being curious, for living a life they enjoy, for getting the most out of every life they live. I think this is completely and utterly unfair because although they may not lead the simple, happy lives of dogs, they don't murder or rape or destroy the world they live in. They are simply curious. Maybe the phrase should be "Curiosity damned the cats."