Sister’s eviction number three doesn’t have much charm left in it when a 29-year-old serial chaos machine tries to move herself and six cats into a working household and starts by firing the dog.  

Nothing about this is a cry for help, it’s a list of demands. No rent. Free food. Free litter. Free vet bills. Free phone. Free gas money despite the hosts not even having a car. A parking spot for an elderly vehicle, she might fix someday. And on top of all that, she wants the five-year-old resident dog rehomed because her cats allegedly do not vibe. That isn’t a suggestion, that is a hostage note written in cat hair.  

Everyone loves to yell Family helps family, but nobody wants to talk about what happened last time. Eight months of freeloading. No money. A wrecked apartment. Smell damage. Zero effort to get stable. Three evictions in four years is not an oops, it is a pattern, and somehow the person with a job, a lease, and a functioning routine is supposed to light it all on fire for a repeat performance.  

And that’s why saying no to that is not cruel, it’s just the bare minimum.