Sharon --

This whole thing is* stinky, and brings something home to me: I use a wheelchair and live alone. My neighbors on the cul-de-sac all have steps up to their front doors, and work nine to five jobs while I don't (I'm on Social Security Disability Insurance, and share Dad's pension).

Although I am not a recluse in the sense that Bruce was, there are periods where days can go by where my neighbors and I don't see each other (just over the last two weeks, I had a tech problem with my motor chair, and I'm not independent enough to use my manual chair out of doors, so for two weeks, I was, for all practical purposes, homebound). It often goes through the back of my mind that if anything happened to me, would any of my neighbor's notice? I may have to work up some sort of plan, of contacting someone (perhaps the same person, and perferrably local) every day, to make sure this doesn't happen...

And what's happened/going to happen to the cats that lived with Bruce? Will they find good homes, will they be :::Shudder::: put down?