They purposely set up their own roadblocks to any goals they may have and those cats are suffering because they are not her priority. I like weed too but if I have nothing to feed my more normal amount of pets,my two cats I'm not smoking. Thank God these two have no human children.
I suspect the reason they haven't had anything like the stove fixed is because they don't want the landlord to see and smell their domicile. On Hoarders shows, they never have a working toilet because their house is hoarded and they can't let plumbers in because of it.
Many years ago I worked with a Polissa type: deathfat occasionally-employed white woman who was the perpetual victim (of her own terrible choices)- and because I'm spineless and the job was tedious, I spent enough time listening to her woes that she decided we were friends and invited me over to her house. Before going, I knew that she and her husband rented from her mother-in-law and were getting a pretty ridiculously good deal, an entire house in a somewhat expensive part of town for what you'd normally expect to pay for a 1/1 in the sketchy part- but they somehow never seemed to have any money and she was constantly complaining and borrowing "just a couple dollars, just until Friday, PLEASE" from anyone who hadn't learned better yet. She constantly complained about her "landlord" (mother-in-law), how they were months behind on the rent through no fault of their own, how she didn't know how they were going to pay this or that bill this month, how nothing ever got fixed and her washing machine barely worked and etc. Her car certainly seemed to be on its last legs, and the job paid terribly, so while her whining got on my nerves, I had no reason to disbelieve her. I also knew she had 3 cats and her clothes always smelled a bit like cat urine, but she wasn't the only coworker who smelled like cat urine. She claimed she couldn't afford to have them spayed but if you tried to direct her to a low-cost spay clinic there was always an excuse, and if you made the mistake of "loaning" her the money to drive them there and pay the fees, the money just disappeared and she'd claim engine trouble or a medical emergency or etc.
When I got there, I immediately knew why her mother-in-law was upset, you could smell the place a couple doors away, but she'd seen me bike up and there was no help for it. It was an incredibly illuminating half hour. Life-changing, honestly, since up to that point in life I had been pretty credulous and soft-hearted.
None of her 3 cats were spayed, all looked unhealthy, all had fleas. The litterboxes looked like they were never cleaned, and since both she and her husband would throw their clothing on the ground wherever they were when they took it off, the cats used the dirty clothes lying everywhere as litterboxes instead. There was a LOT of clothing, one of the piles in the corner of the living room was at least 3 feet high. The cats also urinated on pretty much any flat surface- the floor, the bathtub, the kitchen table, the countertops, even the STOVE was caked in a layer of dried cat piss. The house made my eyes burn. It wasn't just the cats- instead of a couch, they had 2 recliners parked in front of their (rather nice) TV and gaming systems, surrounded by literal
piles of fast food trash- even eating fast food for every meal, weeks worth. The bathroom reeked, the shower curtain had a literal pattern of mold, and I've seen cleaner toilets in an auto body shop- I didn't go inside, but since the door had a giant hole punched in it, I saw enough.
I figured out very quickly why her husband tolerated this- he was just as fucking gross and CLEARLY AND OBVIOUSLY an alcoholic and a
gigantic closet case. Just super angry and super duper gay.
Fortunately for me, the sheer amount of cat dander meant I was sneezing so much that I was able to get out of there without her objecting much. Also fortunately, she got an actual flat tire, finally exceeded her points, and got fired a couple weeks later. Unfortunately, we have mutual acquaintances to this day so I heard that animal control never did anything about the reports and her cats endured that nightmare until she divorced her gay husband and he had them all put down as revenge (still unspayed). She's now a she-troon, to the surprise of absolutely no-one, and she's been slowly collecting her furry hoard again. The difference between her and Polissa is unfortunately about 30 IQ points, so she isn't leaving a gigantic internet footprint of all this, which is what distinguishes lolcows from their horrifying garbage people peers.
TLDR is Polissa's house is probably more horrifying than any normal person can possibly imagine and her husband's probably a faggot. But hey, with any luck he'll put all those poor cats out of their misery when she divorces him!