Do they make Prozac for cats?

Poor old Berbs misses his sister.  He's been doing a lot more meowing lately (or, "mrowing" as Trev calls it) and he seems to be wandering around aimlessly.  Of course, he has a brain the size of a walnut, so we could be projecting our own human sense of loss on him.  But I don't think so.  I think the guy's lonely.

In completely unrelated (and much more smiley) news, Trevi invented a fab new word today.  It was taking him a dog's age to get dressed for school, and I went in to nudge (i.e. nag) him along. He explained that he needed extra time because they were having a party in his class that day, and he needed to find a shirt that was "celebrationable".  Celebrationable. Someone call Mr. Webster.