Curiosity Didn't Kill The Cat

He stares off into the space surrounding him. Lost his freedom of expression to the wound ball of yarn. Each push continues an ethereal unravel. By the throat, left tangled in stringy embrace. Something as simple as this left him voiceless. Our response seems to be, "accidents happen." Let me tell you, those at fault don't believe in accidents. They believe in horrible, horrible mistakes. Mistakes happen.