Sullivan's Island Saturday

Well, Kitties, Mosaic Dawg nearly had to stay home, but she squeezed into the back of our rental Chevy Trailblazer anyway and we hit the road to South Carolina yesterday. You should have seen spatially-challenged Mosaic Lady try to fit everything in.
Pretty ugly, as you might imagine.

Here are all four of us. I'm the black one in the soft carrier with red trim. Sadie is trying to figure out why that piece of ripped cardboard is there.

She realized that it was to prevent her from hissing at me for four and a half highway hours.

Mosaic Dawg is characteristically glum and ambivalent about the whole escapade.

Here are the important things you need to know about our trip:
1) Before ML had gone 2 miles from home, I figured out how to unzip my carrier just enough for me to squeeze through.
ML could not believe her eyes when she saw me climbing over boxes in her rear view mirror. She had to pull over and put me back in. She nearly poo'd in her pants at first, because the carrier looked fully zipped. I scared her a little, with my awesome panther powers. She thought maybe I was Annie Houdini.

2) Bianca screamed non-stop for the first two and a half hours. I am not making that up to impress you. You should have seen ML taking deep, cleansing breaths, trying to let Bianca's howling be her meditation.
Be the howl, Mosaic Lady...BE the howl.
After two hours of that (which is a lifetime long for her), she predictably snapped and said many things in very loud tones of voices I am pretty sure the Dali Lama does not say to distressed four-legged sentient beings.
I was perfect, of course, and got to sit up front with ML after she rearranged the back of the car so that Bianca was as far back as she could possibly be, and facing out. It did not muffle her mania.
Bianca will be on drugs for the ride home. Period.

3) Sadie did a little bit of poo in her carrier. ML smelled it when she got back into the SUV after a pee stop at Love's, but once again, she thought it was the lunch she'd made for herself. (Why does the smell of her meals always remind her of kitty poo?)

Here we are in our guest house upon arrival. Bianca is confused by the holiday wreath on the door. She wonders what kind of backwards island people do not know that it belongs on the shower head.

Willie is taking the opportunity to experience what it feels like to sit on a clean floor.

4) We all kept Mosaic Lady up from 2am-5am. I played, of course. This was not something she appreciated after a very long time in the car with head banger Bianca followed by a very long wine o' clock with our godmother.
Mosaic Lady woke up many times last night with head banging of her own.
FOUR tents and cubes hit the floor Sunday morning in hopes they would burn off some of my nocturnal energy.
HA!

ML and I are especially fond of these chartreuse leather recliners. Fortunately, there are two.

So we survived the drive down, Kitties, (no thanks to Bianca!) and we love it here. I will have photos from today's adventures to share tomorrow.
OH, Kitties...
#5) When we arrived, our godmother was wearing PURPLE crocs with holes in them! And her husband has olive green ones!
Now I feel bad for not letting ML bring hers because they really would be handy for her to use when she walks outside and over to the big house.
But not too bad.