Curiosity is killing me, but I'm not a cat

In our domestic environment, we refer to cats as “the enemy”. Lily, (the dog who must be adored), harbors a level of hatred for everything feline that brings her blood to boiling point in an instant. In trying to understand why this should be so, I have noticed that during the day, Lily likes to take up position on the chaise longues in the conservatory where she can benefit from the quiet and tranquility. However, most days, the neighbor’s cat likes to position itself on the boundary fence in full view of the conservatory and fix a gaze on Lily as she reclines. Needless to say, this is most disturbing. The cat seems so interested in everything Lily does, or does not do, to the point of obsession. Can’t she just go away and mind her own business?
But I’m moving too far from the point, so let me try to refocus.
I’m the kind of person who, when the uncertainties and ambiguities in life begin to escalate, my curiosity is stimulated and I have to try to understand what is happening so that I can adjust accordingly. The last 4 years have seen the level of ambiguity in my life soar further than the eye can see, the result of a combination of Brexit idiocy and pandemic craziness in particular. But I’m doing my best to cope.
I’ve been busy researching my options and how best to adjust. In times past such activity would have required much time and effort spent moving back and forth between local libraries and other curators of relevant information but today, I have the world’s knowledge at my fingertips. The process usually begins with a Google search, using key words and phrases, which will take me through some interesting articles, none of which I actually finish reading because I have to follow the links therein.
After a couple of hours, I find myself on the threshold of a deeper void, aptly named “Youtube”. What will happen henceforth will prove just how big a “tube” I really am. I know that if I step into this rabbit hole, there will be no turning back but my curiosity pushes me forward, the headphones come on and, before long, I’m lost to the real world and I’ve forgotten what forced me into the abyss in the first place. Soon, I’m watching videos of double-jointed individuals in hooded tracksuits shuffle dancing to the sound of “Party Rock” and “Oppa Gangnam Style”. And sometimes, I find myself watching videos of cats trying to look sweet. I feel so ashamed!
Key learning: Curiosity, (without focus), is killing me and I’m definitely not a cat.