It took us three days to drive from the S. Carolina Coast to Corpus Christi,
Texas.  We have a rental minivan with an awesome air conditioning system.
Rosie and Cinder rode in roomy hard-sided travel crates.

They certainly like boating better than traveling by car.  Cinder complained
(made me think of Marina's Frank), and Rosie was her usual stoic self.  They
were good in the motel rooms.

When we turned them loose in the house, they knew right away where they
were, even though the house is empty.  Rosie kept asking to go out, but we
made her wait a couple of days because we have been too busy running around
taking care of business.

This afternoon, we went outside with them, and they had a good time lolling
around on the concrete and sniffing around the plants.

Then, they wanted to go back in and now are napping.

Sunday, we leave, heading to the Northwest to spend the fall and winter
spoiling that new grandson.

The bare kitten, by the way, is doing great, especially considering that he
is not even supposed to be born for another three weeks.  His mom reports
that he is an easy baby.

Annie, Jim, Rosie and Cinder, all moving targets