Curiosity

No, not that.
Old age
killed my cat.

(Technically, the vet
killed him
by injecting him
with something lethal,
but the time had come,
unfortunately).

But surely curiosity
'a strong desire to know
or learn something'
is a quality worth possessing?

Not that we all need to know
everything. I don't need
to know anything new
about Adele, for example.

However, I might
be curious about
what's going on in Hull.
Hebden Bridge, Surbiton, Stroud.

Back to my cat. He popped up
on an old Facebook post
this morning. In a photograph
I'd taken, he was shown
curled up on my dressing gown,

sleeping. It set me off thinking
about him. The demands
he made. His expectations.
The way he purred in my ear.

Some found him strange, odd,
weird looking. I miss him.
Which is quite normal.
There's nothing curious
about that. Nor about the pain
I feel, every now and again,
when I recall that he's gone.

It's Only A Cat