“And when you are 60? 70?. Your cats will eat you if you die all alone.”
If she leaves the toilet lid up the cats will survive until someone comes to investigate the smell.
I read (heard?) a story about some cat lady that tried to get a cat down out of her attic. The lady got stuck head first in the narrow vertical passageway where the plumbing between the two bathrooms ran.
Her mail piled up and after some weeks the neighbors complained of the smell. The police broke in and found dozens of dead/starved cats. They searched high and low for the woman but couldn’t find her. Even a quick search of the attic.
I forget how she was ultimately found.
If I drop dead unnoticed I’d hope no one judged my dogs for eating me.
Better that than they die starving.
I’ll be dead and not notice anyway.
Ironically I have a sister who cares nothing for me.
All this time after the house fire, she’s not even contacted me, let alone offered help or even “gee. sorry”
And she’s mom’s favorite angel, despite me being the one who is here tending to her every day since dad died 13 years ago.
Don’t imagine that doesn’t hurt.