Here's Chantal eating her dainty salad after smelling James' microwaved spaghetti:
So James' elderly cat was finally brought to the vet and diagnosed with FIV (contagious feline leukemia) and a rare condition on her paws that causes them to bleed and crack. "That's why she was limping." Now BBJ, who is about 20, is shitting herself in the middle of the living room. Chantal wonders why.
What kind of care was Timbit receiving that she had FIV and a skin condition that reduced her to limping and no one noticed or cared? James paid for BBJ to go to the vet a few months ago. Guess his own cat wasn't worth it. Why would you introduce a sick, extremely elderly cat to a new environment - with another sick, extremely elderly cat who was also just introduced to that environment, and a third cat that never got along with the second?
Jabba is too fat to bend over or even move properly to care for cats, and James is too stupid and lazy to bother. They shouldn't have any pets at all, nevermind two sick, elderly cats and a third extremely anxious one.
Chantal: Add 2/3rds of the carrots.
James: That's two carrots.
Chantal: I'm glad you're here. I'm bad at math.
James: We have three carrots, so 2/3rds is two carrots.
Chantal: Oh. I realize now that's not a hard fraction. That's a fraction, right?
The fact that either of them are even alive (albeit just barely) at 36 is astonishing.