The following is an actual IM exchange that occurred between me and my roommate, after she spent an evening watching Truman while I was out.
amy: Roo was so depressed after you left
amy: REALLY depressed
jenny: maybe he was just tired?
jenny: (i hope?)
amy: He was lying on his cushion, I went down to the laundry, came back, and he was still in exactly the same place, just staring mournfully at me--even though I came into the apartment with a key and everything
amy: Eventually he went down to your room and was lying there for a while
amy: So I finally went down and asked if he wanted to go in the kennel, and he did.
amy: That was our sad little evening