Da cath ga mah tung.

What if it was a cat that killed the curiosity?And I'm sorry (actually, I'm not), but I must know how curiosity is capable of killing anything. Suffocation makes sense. Curiosity doesn't. I suppose this means that I'm guilty of being curious. So what now? Do I just sit back, relax, and wait for curiosity to puncture my lungs, constrict my airflow and tear through my intestines like a spicy meatloaf sandwich? C'mon curiosity. I'm waiting.BTW, turns out that the saying may have evolved from "Care kills the cat", in a poem by George Withers (1588-1667).