Pam: Angela? Are you coming?
Angela: I can't. Sprinkles is sick.
[aside to camera:]
Angela: She's been sick for some time. Thank you for asking. No one asks about Sprinkles.
[back:]
Angela: I have to give her her meds, I have to pet her. And who will she eat lunch with?
Pam: Can't your other cats keep her company?
Angela: There's bad blood. Jealousies, cliques.