(As said in the voice of Comic Book Guy.)

Holly and Greg left this morning, and the place looks like they were never here except for the towels in the dryer and the soy milk in the fridge. Got a few shots of the two of them around Occoquan on Wednesday (including an encounter with Big Daddy -- Greg suggests I take a shot of Sugar next to Big Daddy so she'll look all svelte). Sug had grown to like them, and now she's walking around the house crying, looking for them everywhere. Or maybe she just wants back in my bedroom. Not sure. Despite the amount of time Sug and I spend making noises at each other, I'm still not fluent in cat.