A good thing...I think...

I ran into my neighbour today. The nice neighbour whose name I cannot remember because I'm bloody terrible with names. She commented on the fact that she never hears me. And she never hears my cat.

At first I thought was wonderful was wonderful. Because you know the whole evil vile neighbour experience has made me very determined not to be one of them.

But then I started to think that if she never hears me and some day I fall getting out of the shower and hit my head and pass out I'm screwed. People will find me days later, my cat having started to feast on me in her starvation, after one of my coworkers reports me as missing and people will say, "She was so quiet, we had no idea."

That's not such a warm fuzzy thought now is it?