"Curiosity killed the cat."                     

What this really means

is that,

at a certain point of investigation,

anyone

can become

manipulated

by

their

  own

      curiosity.

'meow' he said 
'and you understand me?' i replied 
he licked his paw and touched my hand 
his warmth i can't deny 

'you know how i feel, don't you?' 
he purred as if to agree 
he rubbed himself against my shin 
knowing i wanted to flee

'meow' again he said 
i laughed and pet his head 
he stayed by me and didn't leave 
a true friend til the end 

'im tired of this' i mumbled 
he looked a little sad 
and when i said i needed him 
he looked a bit more glad 

'let's leave this place' i told him
he stood and followed suit 
i jotted down a paper where
we'd have our escape route

a cat is not a friend 
but family so to say 
i held him tight as we ran through the night 
and that day, we went away