Curiousity Killed the Cat?

      Oddly, (I think) many searches/views on my web site contain  the phrase, ‘curiosity killed the cat’.  I thought it would be fun to tell my visitors where this story actually came from.

By now you all know that I write from family stories….mostly true ones.

This (short play) comedy is true which just goes to show, once again, that ‘truth is stranger than fiction’.

My auntie Ivah had been grubbing all day in the garden of her brick mansion in the Laurelhurst district in Seattle.  While she could afford a gardener or two, she was an avid gardener herself and could be found there, bare foot, in shorts and a sun hat every fair day.  Ivah wore shorts whenever she could because she had ‘Betty Grable legs’  (An actress circa 1940′s-1950′s whose legs were insured for a million dollars) and Ivah was quite vain about hers.

Around dinner time her husband, Arthur (an attorney) arrived home and announced that he had a client stopping by to sign some documents on his way to the airport.  Ivah, dirty and smelly from the garden, hid in the kitchen.  When she thought the client had left she crawled on her hands and knees to peep out the front window for a look at this very rich, reclusive man.  The whole time she traversed the dining room floor to get to the window, he sat in the living room with a perfect view of this supposedly dignified wife of his attorney.  When discovered, Ivah met the situation very much like she dealt with life, with grand bravado!   The client stayed for dinner!