Having skipped morning walkies this morning because Creeping Crud, but still needing to make a pet-supply run, I decided to take the barrel of monkeys along.
They'd had a week or so to get used to having Piggy's carrier (which claims to be a dog carrier, but must be for some sort of Far Eastern transistorized dog) standing open in the living room, and to play in and around it, so none of them put up any resistance to being put in it, though persuading the first two monkeys to stay in the barrel while I fetched the third one got to be rather amusing.
There was a bit of plaintive squeaking during the drive, both to and fro, but no signs of panic.
At the store, Southmoon promptly emerged from the carrier and wanted to go exploring. Huckleberry stood up in the carrier, looked around, and contemplated his surroundings. Top Hat remained tucked safely within, apparently regarding the carrier as a portable part of the familiar living room (though it doesn't, technically, have extraterritoriality). I picked her up so people could have a look, then let her return to her hiding place.
Food for felines and avians having been procured and the kittens ooh'ed and aah'ed over, we returned home, where they happily vacated the carrier and headed back to take a nap on the floor of my office.
They certainly do have different personalities. While Top Hat like to watch birds, she doesn't seem inclined to bother them; Southmoon, on the other hand, has the manner of a born huntress, and probably doesn't, in the long term, belong in a household with small pets, lest this sort of thing happen. Yes, she's a cuddly, purry little thing... but I bet she'd just love to chase that chipmunk.
Update: several hours later, Top Hat was back in the Magic Transporting Bag, looking for the starter. The others joined her.