“I'm too fascinated to hide indoors or stay cooped up in our yard. Curiosity killed the cat, I know, but I try to land on my feet.”
“Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect.”
“Curiosity is the very basis of education and if you tell me that curiosity killed the cat, I say only the cat died nobly. ”
“In some parts of the city, curiosity didn't just kill the cat, it threw it in the river with lead weights tied to its feet.”
“Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it saved my ass.”
“A minute later, Jace landed where I’d fallen, and I helped him up. “You okay?”“Hell, no.” He actually wobbled on his feet and clung to me, his face whiter than a sun-bleached Texas sidewalk. “There’s a reason cats don’t have wings.”“Yeah, but at least we always land on our feet.”“Then why did I land on my ass?”