Often times, we hear the expression Curiosity killed the cat. I grew up with an aunt who had a passion for rescuing cats. She had the desire to give such agile animals a second chance at life. There were months were my aunt's apartment was consumed by at least seven cats. Each cat had a different personality. They all had one thing in common, though, they all appeared to be curious. They wondered the apartment in search of something even they weren't aware of. I took the phrase literally and thought my aunt's cats were going to die of curiosity. As a child, I began to contemplate just how it was that cats could be filled with such amounts of curiosity yet not let it consume their life. It wouldn't be until I lost my aunt that my contemplation …show more content…
Slater's math class. It was the call sending me to my friend's house after school. I had never been given a bus pass during the school day before. I knew my aunt had already been ill. My parents informed me it was a cancer in her brain. The name of the death penalty my aunt had encountered was Glioblastoma Multiforme. Once I held the bus pass within in my nervous fingers, I knew it would be the day I had lost my aunt. Once I lost her, questions began to consume me. I researched my aunt's cancer. It was one that had mainly affected males above the age of fifty. My aunt was thirty four and female. She did not meet this criteria in the slightest way. So I began asking how she ended up with this terminal cancer, why was she sentenced to death when she was living such a youthful life, and why was it that my family had to suffer the loss of our most energetic member? Knowing I would never learn the answers to these questions, I continued to let them sculpt my life. It grew harder to manage my life and the questions I had begun asking. Cats then crossed my mind. Recalling how my aunt's cats had always been curious but never let their curiosity consume them, I decided to do the
Curiosity always kills the cat, and these children’s curiosity wasn’t that extreme, but it definitely wasn’t helpful. In the book, the boys curiousness about hunting and finding the ‘beastie’ is what started the blood thirsty urge to kill (Holding 35). Once they had succeeded in hunting pigs and became rather good at it, they didn’t want to stop. In the poem, the kids curiosity about what the handicapped boy was ...
Everything for a year had been leading up to this point and here I was in the middle of the happiest place on earth in tears because my friends had abandoned me in the middle of Disney on the senior trip.
"More likely the cat was just unlucky" (l. 1-2). In this narrative poem ?Curiosity?, by Alastair Reid, he gives a dissertation on cats and dogs. Cats are adventurous and dogs do not take chances. Reid uses symbols Have you ever heard the saying ?curiosity killed the cat? (l. 1)? and allegory to disclose the theme that life can be more fulfilling if one opens the door to new and different prospects.
...noticed compassion and caring within the pack, the need for community and the recognition of the other beings feelings. She did not want the people to see the beasts as that; she wanted them to see the kindness and wonderfulness.
Clue-Cat shows an important theme in the story that is that curiosity is not welcome. Right after Clue-Cat’s curiosity kills Clue-Cat and he hits the floor, Mrs. Griffin comes in and says, “No more questions from you “ ( 35 ). Though it is a small sentence, Barker repeats the “question” theme again. Clue-Cats curiosity get the best of him, with Barker suggests that “curiosity kills the cat”, and that is exactly what happens to Clue-Cat , which points back to Clue-cat’s name, which has “clue” and soon relates to his fate. As rictus says “no more questions” Harvey visits the Hood house and finds his “clue” which is Clue-Cat. Stew cat also advances the theme that love can overpower evil. While going down the stairs with Stew-Cat, Harvey thought, “[H]e might have declined to descend had Stew-Cat not hurried on past him, down into the murk.”(147). While Stew-Cat ran down the stairs, Clive barker includes the word “hurried” showing that whatever was down there [Mrs. Griffin] Stew-Cat must have very much cared about. Stew-Cat is the last survivor of the three cats that hood had evilly killed and through this text, loves Mrs. Griffin, showing that love can overpower evil through the “mist” of darkness. Since Stew-Cat loves Mrs. Griffon so much even through the obstacles of the house, he survived. Throughout the book, the three cats influence and advance the themes of the
(Poe, 435) Thus proving his love and desire for Pluto. Although after one night of drinking the narrator came home wanting to spend time with his beloved cat, only to be avoided in return. So he then decided to seize the cat, causing him to be bitten. At that very moment his good nature towards Pluto came to a halt.
As I walked to school with my lunch that was in a plastic bag. Once we got into school and got in the building my teacher Mr. Williams took attendance and five minutes later we turned around and got on the bus. It was windy and there were leaves blowing all over the place. Last year my 5th grade at John Stewart elementary school was going to Leroy Oakes in St. Charles for team building. It was a fall day and it was chilly. I had my drawstring on my back with my lunch and had three coats on. We turned onto a road called Dean Street and it was bordered by grass. I saw the Leroy Oaks sign, and my bus went over a speed bump that threw my class off balance. After awhile my class off the bus with a skip and a jump in my step. Then I was super excited that our
cat with a white chest and he liked it so much he let the cat follow him home.
It was July 22nd when I got the phone call that my great grandma was in the hospital. It was so shocking to me I didn’t even know what to think I had just been up there to see her two days ago prior to then. My dad had called me and told me in a calm but of course I know my dad to well to know that he was calm but actually pretty scared and frantic. I was at work and a perk to my job is that I work at a family owned business that is actually close to my family.
...at the hands of his master. The mutilation of its eye, hanging it to death from a tree and killing his wife, which had shown the cat love. There are two interpretations you can take away from this story, the logic of guilt or supernatural fantasy. Which conclusion will you take?
As a kid, I fell in love with the idea of getting a puppy for Christmas. Wrapped in a small box with a bow on top sitting under the tree just like the movies and tv shows I had seen. I can remember making a Christmas list of all the things I wanted that year, and every year the same thing that I wanted had said “puppy” with it underlined so that my mother knew which was my favorite on the list. Every year no surprise, I didn’t find a dog. I never understood why I never received one. When the kids at school talked about the few dogs they had at home made me so jealous, but I hoped that one day it would be me to have my own best friend at home.
I’ve always had a passion for helping others and I love the idea of being considered a dependable person. I enjoy when others come to me to talk about the hardship they are experiencing and being able to provide them with feedback or helpful advice. To do this I learned that you need to have the characteristics of a “people person”. You must be patient, which from my job experience of working in retail and the fast food industry, I would consider myself to be a highly patient person. I also posses the the skill of being outgoing and friendly. I allow myself to be comfortable when speaking with different types of people and I let myself open up so I can personally relate to them. By doing this I believe that others will return the comfort that I created and will want
I have a love for cats. Ever since I was a teenager I always wished for a cat of my own. When I moved in a three story apartment in California, the Manager of the complex said that cats were allowed in the units. I mentioned to my Aunt at the time that I was searching in the newspapers under advertisements for cats wanted. One cool breezy evening, my Aunt called me and said that a friend of her's named Judy had a cat named Katie who did not get along with her other two cats. So I agreed to meet with Judy to see if I'd love to adopt Katie.
“Why don’t you use your locker? You’re going to have back problems before you even graduate”. These are words that are repeated to me daily, almost like clockwork. I carry my twenty-pound backpack, full of papers upon papers from my AP classes. The middle pouch of my backpack houses my book in which I get lost to distract me from my unrelenting stress. The top pouch holds several erasers, foreshadowing the mistakes I will make - and extra lead, to combat and mend these mistakes. Thick, wordy textbooks full of knowledge that has yet to become engraved in my brain, dig the straps of my backpack into my shoulders. This feeling, ironically enough, gives me relief - my potential and future success reside in my folders and on the pages of my notebooks.
It was Friday morning and I was in the 5th grade at the time. My father decided to pull both me and my brother out of school. My mother wasn’t home. She had already gone up to the hospital with my grandmother.