The petty drama that narcs need just to live, it’s embarrassing. It’s a bin mix up ffs.
Also not exactly new but seeing her love all over her current favoured batch of kitchen cats while the old ones are forgotten and matted in a dirty old outbuilding makes me so sad. I don't know, I have one little dog because I know what I can handle and want to give him the best I can with limited resources (she’d sneer at that I’m sure because it’s all a numbers game to her, she’s rescued eleventy billion animals and she’s considerably richer than you) and he has my whole heart. She’s so fickle, there’s no real love there despite the act. They’re just narc supply same as the humans in her life. Easily dropped.