Marik. Resolution of uncertainty 🌈
On September 10 of this year, in the post Marik. The publication “History of the Incident” has been finalized, I wrote:
We have all been through difficult days. Even more hard days of hope and waiting lie ahead.
This evening, news arrived that brings the difficult days of hope and waiting to a close. Marik opened the door to summer and went over the rainbow to a land of better hunting and soft little clouds.
Forgive me, cat. You were so much bigger on the inside than you were small on the outside.
Marik in Novosibirsk Zoo,
And good hunting in the upper tundra!
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It is bitter to read this. Run across the rainbow, kitty ..
Not the news that I was hoping for, but nevertheless, thank you for sharing 💔
Marik always lived in a very difficult-to-photograph enclosure.
One winter day, I was straining to reach as close as possible through the fence toward his enclosure, so that the bars would get in the way less. Then suddenly, two lively, spirited, and, as it turned out, resourceful old ladies came up to me and said: “Oh, dear, just climb over the fence and take a photo!” 😏
I replied: “No, I don’t want to break the zoo rules.”
And they said to me: “We’ll cover for you! No one will see!” And they smiled conspiratorially 😁
But I still refused...
But even without all those photos that never happened, I will remember you, golden-eyed Bandit 💛
May you have an endless heavenly steppe, dear Marik Mievich the Elder! 🙏
Vika Malyshkoverified_filled ,
What a cool one.
Look what a handsome cat.
“And may I ask what purpose you are photographing me for?”
Goodbye, Bandit, give my best to Bayun...
I looked through the still-unsorted archives from my June trip to Novosibirsk. I pulled out a few photos of Marik. And do you know what I saw there?
HEAPS of adorable kittens. Anechka. Miyushenka. Zosya’s butt 🤩 Handsome, slender Zhora. Adelka the photo model. Snezhinka. Snezhanka. Gabichka. Katunka the little rascal. Damn, all of them.
Life goes on. Thank you, cat, for all the orbits around the Sun that you flew with us aboard this most comfortable spaceship. And thank you for helping us live and notice beauty even after you left the route. You got off, but we keep cutting through time and space. And loving cats. Because cats are wonderful.
Life goes on. The spaceship keeps making its rounds, the cats bask in the Sun, we love cats. Everything is fine.
Thank you for everything, Marik.
Soft clouds and a bright rainbow to you, Marik.
You will live forever in our memories, dear cat.
Pavel Burov,
Look at Adelka's little felt boots. Aren't they adorable?
May your hunting be good in the heavenly steppe, Marik🫡 I hoped until the very end that you would recover, but alas. . .
Oh, Marik. I am sorry.
Poor Mia has lost so many children. Marik, Bayun, their brother who never had a name, their little sister. And Ginger and Goroshinka.
chuluu, Sneshinka and Snezhanka remained. And Seryi. There it is—the secret! All of Miyushka's children should have been given names beginning with S.
I don’t know why I calculated this, but in 4 years and just over three months, Marik traveled around the Sun with us for exactly 4 billion kilometers.
It was an awesome journey. Just imagine—a 4-billion-kilometer trek with such an incredibly cool cat.
rest in peace,
hope you having fun with bayun in the great steppe
Oh not the news we wanted. 😭😭😭
Rest easy, Marik. You will be very missed by us here. 💔💔💔
grushafan21, First time I saw that video was when I started thinking of them as the Cinnamon Brothers...
Nooooo! 😭😭😭 When I saw the title of the post, I thought he'd recovered! 💔 I'm crying. 😢 You will be missed, dear manul friend!
His little house is so shady that it will remain forever in my banditofuller-filled memory. What other little manul can boast three names—Bandit, Domovyonok, and officially, Marik?
😭😭😭😭
l83, Yes, a banditofullerene in the swamp. Other cats will live in it; we’ll quickly get used to them and delight in their mischief.
Poor bandit , such a terrible loss 😞😞. I hope he will rejoin Bajun in Manulhalla
Goodbye, little one 💔 We will remember you... And for what must be the hundredth time, I’ll rewatch that wonderful video of you and your brother Bayusha having a snowball fight 😭
Rest in peace, dear Bandit!
l83,
Marik's enclosure. Two little houses for this year's two brothers or sisters. May they be warm and cozy here.
A photo from today, taken when it became known about the baby.
Oh God, poor little Marik. I really liked his unofficial name, Little House Spirit—he looked so much like one...
l83, Let them put the Snowy boys there. Like family 🤗🥰
im sorry sweet baby
It hurts to read this.
Marik, Marik... May you be well and free in the heavenly steppes... We were all so worried about you; I had almost calmed down after that incident, and then suddenly...
Life goes on, and I will believe that you are watching over your relatives.
There was Penelope, then Jessie, and now Marik…
goodbye, bandit…
No, Marichek... how could this be? My condolences to the Novosibirsk Zoo.
l83, Oh, so I was right about the post. Back in September, they removed the stump and put up a post. I immediately thought it was for an information sign.
As I understand it, the brackets on the enclosures are for the same purpose. They’ll nail small posts onto them, and attach information signs to those.
Marik is already part of the great Cat spirit. I'm rejoicing for him.
May you have vast steppes and successful hunts, Marik!
Poor kitty, so beautiful! 😢 Is there any information about what happened to him?
Мария, Kidney failure 😔
Dear Marik, thank you for being with us! May your journey to Manulhalla be a good one, with boundless steppes, merry games and hunting, cozy hideaways, and a reunion with your brothers and sister!
How wonderful that (most likely) manuls do not experience the loss of loved ones the way we humans do. Because my heart aches for Mia’s children. Thank God, she became a grandmother, and Snezhinka and Snezhana became mothers! Thank you, precious ones who are still with us!!
The loss of Bayun was my first loss of a manul I knew, and I took it very hard. I loved all of Mia’s children and their first winter so much! A round manul, curled up like a little mound and dusted with snow—one of the forms of manul essence. Thank you, precious departed ones: Marik, Bayun, Tretiy, and Chetverty (son and daughter)!
Alexandra Titova, Life goes on. Reporting from the scene is Julia. Today, the boys Evachiki Son of Eve b. 2026 Ⅲ and Son of Eve b. 2026 Ⅳ have already moved into the banditofeller. They will fill the freestanding swamp-side luxury suite with life and love.
Pavel Burov, Absolutely! Thank you for these words!