So my parents recently had dinner with my narcissist sister that's repeatedly hit rock bottom. And my mother revealed this at dinner tonight. My sister spoke of wanting to get her cat back, and our mother had to tell her that wasn't possible. My mother said my sister was steam coming out of her ears mad when she told her I had the cat chipped and registered in my name. Then she reminded my sister that cat was raised with us. And she can't just drag it around place to place. My sister had a fit, and claimed I stole pets from her in the past. Which is not true. And our mother asked her when I did that. My sister had to think hard about it, and then claimed I stole my first dog. Which, for one thing, she didn't own. And when I got that dog, I looked for the owner, and didn't find them. And when I did find out who they were, they were crackheads who bought four of those dogs to breed, and three of them got out and ran rampant. Mine was the lucky one. He got his foot caught on our fence, and I adopted him. He was so badly mistreated that he didn't even know how to bark. And I met his previous owner years later after they'd apparently cleaned up their act, and they were not upset with me about it. They knew I had him too, and never tried to take him back. Our mother relayed most of this to my sister, and all she could really do was slump and say "Ohhh....". So yeah, the cat is staying with me. He's licking himself on my bed right now.

As a bit of bonus good news. My sister is apparently leaving with my grandparents on Monday to live at their second property in the desert 8 hours away. But I'm not gonna celebrate unless she actually goes. Fingers crossed.