A farewell felid

June 26, 2015 • 6:37 pm

I take my leave with the latest Maru video, called “And the box becomes a part of Maru!?”

This is truly an enigmatic cat; who knows what drives him to enter boxes? Perhaps the same compulsion that drives Deepak Chopra to constantly mention the word “quantum”?

If I die, this will be my last post.

31 thoughts on “A farewell felid”

    1. How many times has he said it now? I think I can remember at least six – it’s starting to get a bit freaky all right.

      All I can say is, it’s a good thing none of us is superstitious.!

    2. On the other hand, if he does it on his every post until he really dies, we will forget about all the misses and deem him a prophet! Indeed, confirmation bias will immortalize him as the first atheist prophet in history!!

      So, maybe Jerry has a plan.

  4. That’s true of EVERY post – it could be your last. And, of course, one of them WILL be your last….

  6. In the common on-line vernacular, when someone says they are going to quit, the proper response is….

    Can I haz your stuff?

    😉

  8. May I suggest your next road trip be on our boat? We haven’t killed anyone yet, and the paranoia level vis the unexpected wrath of Yahweh as manifested by an intoxicated Walmart shopper in a clapped out K-car pretty much disappears up in Desolation Sound.

    1. “the unexpected wrath of Yahweh as manifested by an intoxicated Walmart shopper in a clapped out K-car”

      That is so damn good that if I saw that sentence fragment in a bar, I’d buy it a really expensive drink.

  9. The Maru Collection is the best of cat videos. No obnoxious or twee music, no stupid commentary by hoomanz with funny voices — just a sophisticated if obsessive kitteh.

    Bye-bye, PCC. Hasta la vista, Baby.

  10. JAC! Stop with all the ‘I might die on the road’ comments. Drive safely, the cats need you as their champion!

  12. If there is a web-site-‘o-sphere in the great beyond, they will gain a terrific host. The rest of us down here can try a séance to find your url in the other plane.

  14. It is like a hermit crab changing shells.

    Also, if you die who will feed your squirrels?

  17. Back in 1969, I and two friends were on the last leg of driving back from a spelunking convention in Pennsylvania to Illinois. They’d been driving all night and were exhausted, so they figured I could drive on my learner’s permit since we were now in Illinois, my home state. I took over the wheel of the guy’s brand-new Ford Bronco and started driving while they both slept. I did OK until I tried to pass a semi; it had been raining and the road was slick, I was an inexperienced driver and Broncos are notorious, with their short wheel bases, for going into skids. I went into a skid, panicked, hit the gas instead of the brake, and went off the road, through a ditch, up a hill, directly through a utility pole, shearing it off at the ground and slowed to a stop 50 feet into a cornfield. The only thing that saved us was that he had his spare tire mounted on the front; the impact with the pole bent its rim double. The friend leaned over my shoulder and turned off the ignition (I was frozen at the wheel), stuck his head out the window and yelled, “We’re alive! I’M ALIVE!” Come to find out that a gypsy fortune teller had told him he wouldn’t live to see his 30th birthday, which was in a week!

    1. A spelunking convention in Pennsylvania to Illinois? That’s one loooooong cave!

      Good story, by the way!

    2. Reminds me of the story of my, now late, friend Ian. After his wife died he fulfilled a long felt need to own a Rolls Royce, and bought a 1979 model (this was about 10 years ago).
      He was driving back from Adelaide to his farm near the border between South Australia and Victoria, when a bit east of Bordertown, he fell asleep at the wheel of his beloved Roller. His vehicle crossed the lane of oncoming traffic, passed between two trees of the row that lines the road, flew over a barbed wire fence, and landed in his neighbour’s wheat field. Ian was unscathed! He rang his daughter to come and tow him out of the field.
      Not so long after that he lost his driver’s licence!
      However he lived another 10 years, and we reminisced about this story at his recent wake after he’d died at age 85.

  18. as per, one’s last post, a truth that the medical profession doesn’t like to advertise, is that one recovers from all one’s illnesses, except the last!

  19. Showing Maru taking off the box is like showing Arnold Schwarzenegger without his corset – terrible brand management.

  20. Maru is simply into boxes. And it’s fascinating to watch. If I die, this will be my last comment*. It was a pleasure reading you all.

    *I don’t plan to nor do I think this unfortunate outcome is imminent.

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