Cats are so dadgummed "inquisitive". When I was a pup, one of my "Grands" had one they called "Snoopy"; no matter what my Grandma was doing, he'd come to investigate. I most remember him sticking his head in the fridge every time someone opened it. My old cat is a "helper", too; if I have a ladder in the house, or am crawling around under a sink, or whatever, he comes to "help". I just shooed him off of the desk because he was trying to help me type. The young one, a recent adoptee, is not so much so; he is quite leery of things, probably due to an unhappy childhood. He'll come to look, from a distance, but any sudden movement or noise sends him a-runnin'.