The youngest member of my family is our one-year-old cat, Margery. She is a most inquisitive creature (my wife thinks she has attention deficit disorder). Curiosity may have killed the proverbial cat, but this feline hasn’t been deterred. She gets into everything — to the point where my wife and I have spray-bottles at strategic locations throughout the house, just to remind our kitty that some locations are off-limits. We’ve had to put a bit of lemon in the water to make the “punishment” more truly unpleasant to her; getting squirted with plain water just wasn’t enough of a deterrent to slow her down.
I write about this like it’s a bad thing, and sure, we get annoyed when we find her perched on the dining room table, blissfully drinking out of one of our glasses. But in truth, her eager exploration is rather inspiring to me. I like how every corner of the house represents a new frontier for investigation, learning, and insight. In fact, I think her inquisitive nature is a good model for me — and for all of us, living in this age where people of different cultures and faiths live as next-door neighbors.