Curiosity Kills the Cats

                
                The vigilant cat is lurking at the dark nook, ready to sprint towards his target. The motionals are always the magnet to feline curiosity, either a ball or a beam of light. "The fair round face, the snowy beard, / The velvet of her paws, / Her coat, that with the tortoise vies, / Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes, / She saw; and purred applause," Thomas Gray once vividly portayed. The tabby in his "Ode on the Death of a Favorite Cat" is doomed, and something catastrophic is ahead. Most domestic cats, however, are far less unfortunate, their mischief at most turns out to be reproach from masters. Being quickly oblivious of what they have done, their curiosity is stimulated for the next game regardless of what Gray continues in his poem "one false step is ne'er retrieved."
People are exposed in a much more spacious world than cats at home, when Gray wrapped up the poem with "Not all that tempts your wandering eyes / And heedless hearts is lawful prize; / Nor all that glisters gold," do his words also work on us?