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@loiliio and I made this for fun. Feel free to watch it for fun.

In case you were wanting some Clunks, here some are.

I’ve been at home too long now.

@danopsal puts Danny Trejo on an island with a machete, a macaque and a bottle of Mountain Dew… and yes, that’s Dan’s angelic voice singing at the end 🌴🥤🔪🎤

#hungryman

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Production Company: @hungrymaninc
Director: @danopsal
Managing Partner / EP: @calebdewart
Managing Partner / EP: @kimdellara
Partner / EP / Producer: @moviematt007
EP: @onlyfrannns
Head of Production: @marianharkness
Producer: @tinadensmorebell
DP: @galoolivares

Edit: @exileedit
Producer: Dylan Majerus
Editor: @z4ldy_
AE: @_quinnelse

VFX Supervisor:Paul Graff
VFX Producer: Christina Graff

Agency: @goodby_silverstein
Senior Producer: Gabrielle Nicoletti
Creative Director, GS&P: @jhart8
Art Director, GS&P: Stevan Chavez

Client: PepsiCo

Dave Pilkers: Filming Locations - Poultergeist!

We had to let go of WALDO OPSAL on Sunday. Perhaps the most photographed and video’d cat of all time. Lisa and I got to spend 17 years with him, he saw us through many big life events, including the cross-country road trip from NYC to LA where he quickly sprawled out on the dashboard and soaked in the sun the whole way. He was an indoor cat, but had an adventurous heart and managed to escape a dozen times, once in NYC where I chased him across streets, past cars and motorcycles and construction sites, he tried to climb the brick wall of our building like Spiderman trying to get to our patio. He ran around the hills of LA, evading coyotes and hawks, probably befriending racoons and breaking the hearts of some hot skunks. But he always came back, happy as ever, naive to the dangers around him and ready to slurp up a tuna and shrimp squeeze tube and snuggle up on our laps like it was no big deal. The day we moved into our house, he went missing and we were convinced he had scurried up our chimney (as we now know he can climb brick), we fully mourned the loss of him until the movers left for the day and a bathroom drawer popped open on its own, he had been hiding BEHIND the back of the closed drawer. In his final week, he slipped out one last time, I went looking for him, my mind racing with fears of what could have happened to him, then I saw him from a distance, peacefully sniffing plants and watching birds. As hard as it was, I let him have his moment and trusted that he would come home when he was ready. And eventually, he did.

As much as we always wanted to protect him, I’m grateful that he had the chance to slip outside and live these grand adventures on his own. We can rest easy knowing he lived a full life.

We had to let go of WALDO OPSAL on Sunday. Perhaps the most photographed and video’d cat of all time. Lisa and I got to spend 17 years with him, he saw us through many big life events, including the cross-country road trip from NYC to LA where he quickly sprawled out on the dashboard and soaked in the sun the whole way. He was an indoor cat, but had an adventurous heart and managed to escape a dozen times, once in NYC where I chased him across streets, past cars and motorcycles and construction sites, he tried to climb the brick wall of our building like Spiderman trying to get to our patio. He ran around the hills of LA, evading coyotes and hawks, probably befriending racoons and breaking the hearts of some hot skunks. But he always came back, happy as ever, naive to the dangers around him and ready to slurp up a tuna and shrimp squeeze tube and snuggle up on our laps like it was no big deal. The day we moved into our house, he went missing and we were convinced he had scurried up our chimney (as we now know he can climb brick), we fully mourned the loss of him until the movers left for the day and a bathroom drawer popped open on its own, he had been hiding BEHIND the back of the closed drawer. In his final week, he slipped out one last time, I went looking for him, my mind racing with fears of what could have happened to him, then I saw him from a distance, peacefully sniffing plants and watching birds. As hard as it was, I let him have his moment and trusted that he would come home when he was ready. And eventually, he did.

As much as we always wanted to protect him, I’m grateful that he had the chance to slip outside and live these grand adventures on his own. We can rest easy knowing he lived a full life.

We had to let go of WALDO OPSAL on Sunday. Perhaps the most photographed and video’d cat of all time. Lisa and I got to spend 17 years with him, he saw us through many big life events, including the cross-country road trip from NYC to LA where he quickly sprawled out on the dashboard and soaked in the sun the whole way. He was an indoor cat, but had an adventurous heart and managed to escape a dozen times, once in NYC where I chased him across streets, past cars and motorcycles and construction sites, he tried to climb the brick wall of our building like Spiderman trying to get to our patio. He ran around the hills of LA, evading coyotes and hawks, probably befriending racoons and breaking the hearts of some hot skunks. But he always came back, happy as ever, naive to the dangers around him and ready to slurp up a tuna and shrimp squeeze tube and snuggle up on our laps like it was no big deal. The day we moved into our house, he went missing and we were convinced he had scurried up our chimney (as we now know he can climb brick), we fully mourned the loss of him until the movers left for the day and a bathroom drawer popped open on its own, he had been hiding BEHIND the back of the closed drawer. In his final week, he slipped out one last time, I went looking for him, my mind racing with fears of what could have happened to him, then I saw him from a distance, peacefully sniffing plants and watching birds. As hard as it was, I let him have his moment and trusted that he would come home when he was ready. And eventually, he did.

As much as we always wanted to protect him, I’m grateful that he had the chance to slip outside and live these grand adventures on his own. We can rest easy knowing he lived a full life.

We had to let go of WALDO OPSAL on Sunday. Perhaps the most photographed and video’d cat of all time. Lisa and I got to spend 17 years with him, he saw us through many big life events, including the cross-country road trip from NYC to LA where he quickly sprawled out on the dashboard and soaked in the sun the whole way. He was an indoor cat, but had an adventurous heart and managed to escape a dozen times, once in NYC where I chased him across streets, past cars and motorcycles and construction sites, he tried to climb the brick wall of our building like Spiderman trying to get to our patio. He ran around the hills of LA, evading coyotes and hawks, probably befriending racoons and breaking the hearts of some hot skunks. But he always came back, happy as ever, naive to the dangers around him and ready to slurp up a tuna and shrimp squeeze tube and snuggle up on our laps like it was no big deal. The day we moved into our house, he went missing and we were convinced he had scurried up our chimney (as we now know he can climb brick), we fully mourned the loss of him until the movers left for the day and a bathroom drawer popped open on its own, he had been hiding BEHIND the back of the closed drawer. In his final week, he slipped out one last time, I went looking for him, my mind racing with fears of what could have happened to him, then I saw him from a distance, peacefully sniffing plants and watching birds. As hard as it was, I let him have his moment and trusted that he would come home when he was ready. And eventually, he did.

As much as we always wanted to protect him, I’m grateful that he had the chance to slip outside and live these grand adventures on his own. We can rest easy knowing he lived a full life.

We had to let go of WALDO OPSAL on Sunday. Perhaps the most photographed and video’d cat of all time. Lisa and I got to spend 17 years with him, he saw us through many big life events, including the cross-country road trip from NYC to LA where he quickly sprawled out on the dashboard and soaked in the sun the whole way. He was an indoor cat, but had an adventurous heart and managed to escape a dozen times, once in NYC where I chased him across streets, past cars and motorcycles and construction sites, he tried to climb the brick wall of our building like Spiderman trying to get to our patio. He ran around the hills of LA, evading coyotes and hawks, probably befriending racoons and breaking the hearts of some hot skunks. But he always came back, happy as ever, naive to the dangers around him and ready to slurp up a tuna and shrimp squeeze tube and snuggle up on our laps like it was no big deal. The day we moved into our house, he went missing and we were convinced he had scurried up our chimney (as we now know he can climb brick), we fully mourned the loss of him until the movers left for the day and a bathroom drawer popped open on its own, he had been hiding BEHIND the back of the closed drawer. In his final week, he slipped out one last time, I went looking for him, my mind racing with fears of what could have happened to him, then I saw him from a distance, peacefully sniffing plants and watching birds. As hard as it was, I let him have his moment and trusted that he would come home when he was ready. And eventually, he did.

As much as we always wanted to protect him, I’m grateful that he had the chance to slip outside and live these grand adventures on his own. We can rest easy knowing he lived a full life.

We had to let go of WALDO OPSAL on Sunday. Perhaps the most photographed and video’d cat of all time. Lisa and I got to spend 17 years with him, he saw us through many big life events, including the cross-country road trip from NYC to LA where he quickly sprawled out on the dashboard and soaked in the sun the whole way. He was an indoor cat, but had an adventurous heart and managed to escape a dozen times, once in NYC where I chased him across streets, past cars and motorcycles and construction sites, he tried to climb the brick wall of our building like Spiderman trying to get to our patio. He ran around the hills of LA, evading coyotes and hawks, probably befriending racoons and breaking the hearts of some hot skunks. But he always came back, happy as ever, naive to the dangers around him and ready to slurp up a tuna and shrimp squeeze tube and snuggle up on our laps like it was no big deal. The day we moved into our house, he went missing and we were convinced he had scurried up our chimney (as we now know he can climb brick), we fully mourned the loss of him until the movers left for the day and a bathroom drawer popped open on its own, he had been hiding BEHIND the back of the closed drawer. In his final week, he slipped out one last time, I went looking for him, my mind racing with fears of what could have happened to him, then I saw him from a distance, peacefully sniffing plants and watching birds. As hard as it was, I let him have his moment and trusted that he would come home when he was ready. And eventually, he did.

As much as we always wanted to protect him, I’m grateful that he had the chance to slip outside and live these grand adventures on his own. We can rest easy knowing he lived a full life.

We had to let go of WALDO OPSAL on Sunday. Perhaps the most photographed and video’d cat of all time. Lisa and I got to spend 17 years with him, he saw us through many big life events, including the cross-country road trip from NYC to LA where he quickly sprawled out on the dashboard and soaked in the sun the whole way. He was an indoor cat, but had an adventurous heart and managed to escape a dozen times, once in NYC where I chased him across streets, past cars and motorcycles and construction sites, he tried to climb the brick wall of our building like Spiderman trying to get to our patio. He ran around the hills of LA, evading coyotes and hawks, probably befriending racoons and breaking the hearts of some hot skunks. But he always came back, happy as ever, naive to the dangers around him and ready to slurp up a tuna and shrimp squeeze tube and snuggle up on our laps like it was no big deal. The day we moved into our house, he went missing and we were convinced he had scurried up our chimney (as we now know he can climb brick), we fully mourned the loss of him until the movers left for the day and a bathroom drawer popped open on its own, he had been hiding BEHIND the back of the closed drawer. In his final week, he slipped out one last time, I went looking for him, my mind racing with fears of what could have happened to him, then I saw him from a distance, peacefully sniffing plants and watching birds. As hard as it was, I let him have his moment and trusted that he would come home when he was ready. And eventually, he did.

As much as we always wanted to protect him, I’m grateful that he had the chance to slip outside and live these grand adventures on his own. We can rest easy knowing he lived a full life.

We had to let go of WALDO OPSAL on Sunday. Perhaps the most photographed and video’d cat of all time. Lisa and I got to spend 17 years with him, he saw us through many big life events, including the cross-country road trip from NYC to LA where he quickly sprawled out on the dashboard and soaked in the sun the whole way. He was an indoor cat, but had an adventurous heart and managed to escape a dozen times, once in NYC where I chased him across streets, past cars and motorcycles and construction sites, he tried to climb the brick wall of our building like Spiderman trying to get to our patio. He ran around the hills of LA, evading coyotes and hawks, probably befriending racoons and breaking the hearts of some hot skunks. But he always came back, happy as ever, naive to the dangers around him and ready to slurp up a tuna and shrimp squeeze tube and snuggle up on our laps like it was no big deal. The day we moved into our house, he went missing and we were convinced he had scurried up our chimney (as we now know he can climb brick), we fully mourned the loss of him until the movers left for the day and a bathroom drawer popped open on its own, he had been hiding BEHIND the back of the closed drawer. In his final week, he slipped out one last time, I went looking for him, my mind racing with fears of what could have happened to him, then I saw him from a distance, peacefully sniffing plants and watching birds. As hard as it was, I let him have his moment and trusted that he would come home when he was ready. And eventually, he did.

As much as we always wanted to protect him, I’m grateful that he had the chance to slip outside and live these grand adventures on his own. We can rest easy knowing he lived a full life.

We had to let go of WALDO OPSAL on Sunday. Perhaps the most photographed and video’d cat of all time. Lisa and I got to spend 17 years with him, he saw us through many big life events, including the cross-country road trip from NYC to LA where he quickly sprawled out on the dashboard and soaked in the sun the whole way. He was an indoor cat, but had an adventurous heart and managed to escape a dozen times, once in NYC where I chased him across streets, past cars and motorcycles and construction sites, he tried to climb the brick wall of our building like Spiderman trying to get to our patio. He ran around the hills of LA, evading coyotes and hawks, probably befriending racoons and breaking the hearts of some hot skunks. But he always came back, happy as ever, naive to the dangers around him and ready to slurp up a tuna and shrimp squeeze tube and snuggle up on our laps like it was no big deal. The day we moved into our house, he went missing and we were convinced he had scurried up our chimney (as we now know he can climb brick), we fully mourned the loss of him until the movers left for the day and a bathroom drawer popped open on its own, he had been hiding BEHIND the back of the closed drawer. In his final week, he slipped out one last time, I went looking for him, my mind racing with fears of what could have happened to him, then I saw him from a distance, peacefully sniffing plants and watching birds. As hard as it was, I let him have his moment and trusted that he would come home when he was ready. And eventually, he did.

As much as we always wanted to protect him, I’m grateful that he had the chance to slip outside and live these grand adventures on his own. We can rest easy knowing he lived a full life.

We had to let go of WALDO OPSAL on Sunday. Perhaps the most photographed and video’d cat of all time. Lisa and I got to spend 17 years with him, he saw us through many big life events, including the cross-country road trip from NYC to LA where he quickly sprawled out on the dashboard and soaked in the sun the whole way. He was an indoor cat, but had an adventurous heart and managed to escape a dozen times, once in NYC where I chased him across streets, past cars and motorcycles and construction sites, he tried to climb the brick wall of our building like Spiderman trying to get to our patio. He ran around the hills of LA, evading coyotes and hawks, probably befriending racoons and breaking the hearts of some hot skunks. But he always came back, happy as ever, naive to the dangers around him and ready to slurp up a tuna and shrimp squeeze tube and snuggle up on our laps like it was no big deal. The day we moved into our house, he went missing and we were convinced he had scurried up our chimney (as we now know he can climb brick), we fully mourned the loss of him until the movers left for the day and a bathroom drawer popped open on its own, he had been hiding BEHIND the back of the closed drawer. In his final week, he slipped out one last time, I went looking for him, my mind racing with fears of what could have happened to him, then I saw him from a distance, peacefully sniffing plants and watching birds. As hard as it was, I let him have his moment and trusted that he would come home when he was ready. And eventually, he did.

As much as we always wanted to protect him, I’m grateful that he had the chance to slip outside and live these grand adventures on his own. We can rest easy knowing he lived a full life.

We had to let go of WALDO OPSAL on Sunday. Perhaps the most photographed and video’d cat of all time. Lisa and I got to spend 17 years with him, he saw us through many big life events, including the cross-country road trip from NYC to LA where he quickly sprawled out on the dashboard and soaked in the sun the whole way. He was an indoor cat, but had an adventurous heart and managed to escape a dozen times, once in NYC where I chased him across streets, past cars and motorcycles and construction sites, he tried to climb the brick wall of our building like Spiderman trying to get to our patio. He ran around the hills of LA, evading coyotes and hawks, probably befriending racoons and breaking the hearts of some hot skunks. But he always came back, happy as ever, naive to the dangers around him and ready to slurp up a tuna and shrimp squeeze tube and snuggle up on our laps like it was no big deal. The day we moved into our house, he went missing and we were convinced he had scurried up our chimney (as we now know he can climb brick), we fully mourned the loss of him until the movers left for the day and a bathroom drawer popped open on its own, he had been hiding BEHIND the back of the closed drawer. In his final week, he slipped out one last time, I went looking for him, my mind racing with fears of what could have happened to him, then I saw him from a distance, peacefully sniffing plants and watching birds. As hard as it was, I let him have his moment and trusted that he would come home when he was ready. And eventually, he did.

As much as we always wanted to protect him, I’m grateful that he had the chance to slip outside and live these grand adventures on his own. We can rest easy knowing he lived a full life.

We had to let go of WALDO OPSAL on Sunday. Perhaps the most photographed and video’d cat of all time. Lisa and I got to spend 17 years with him, he saw us through many big life events, including the cross-country road trip from NYC to LA where he quickly sprawled out on the dashboard and soaked in the sun the whole way. He was an indoor cat, but had an adventurous heart and managed to escape a dozen times, once in NYC where I chased him across streets, past cars and motorcycles and construction sites, he tried to climb the brick wall of our building like Spiderman trying to get to our patio. He ran around the hills of LA, evading coyotes and hawks, probably befriending racoons and breaking the hearts of some hot skunks. But he always came back, happy as ever, naive to the dangers around him and ready to slurp up a tuna and shrimp squeeze tube and snuggle up on our laps like it was no big deal. The day we moved into our house, he went missing and we were convinced he had scurried up our chimney (as we now know he can climb brick), we fully mourned the loss of him until the movers left for the day and a bathroom drawer popped open on its own, he had been hiding BEHIND the back of the closed drawer. In his final week, he slipped out one last time, I went looking for him, my mind racing with fears of what could have happened to him, then I saw him from a distance, peacefully sniffing plants and watching birds. As hard as it was, I let him have his moment and trusted that he would come home when he was ready. And eventually, he did.

As much as we always wanted to protect him, I’m grateful that he had the chance to slip outside and live these grand adventures on his own. We can rest easy knowing he lived a full life.

We had to let go of WALDO OPSAL on Sunday. Perhaps the most photographed and video’d cat of all time. Lisa and I got to spend 17 years with him, he saw us through many big life events, including the cross-country road trip from NYC to LA where he quickly sprawled out on the dashboard and soaked in the sun the whole way. He was an indoor cat, but had an adventurous heart and managed to escape a dozen times, once in NYC where I chased him across streets, past cars and motorcycles and construction sites, he tried to climb the brick wall of our building like Spiderman trying to get to our patio. He ran around the hills of LA, evading coyotes and hawks, probably befriending racoons and breaking the hearts of some hot skunks. But he always came back, happy as ever, naive to the dangers around him and ready to slurp up a tuna and shrimp squeeze tube and snuggle up on our laps like it was no big deal. The day we moved into our house, he went missing and we were convinced he had scurried up our chimney (as we now know he can climb brick), we fully mourned the loss of him until the movers left for the day and a bathroom drawer popped open on its own, he had been hiding BEHIND the back of the closed drawer. In his final week, he slipped out one last time, I went looking for him, my mind racing with fears of what could have happened to him, then I saw him from a distance, peacefully sniffing plants and watching birds. As hard as it was, I let him have his moment and trusted that he would come home when he was ready. And eventually, he did.

As much as we always wanted to protect him, I’m grateful that he had the chance to slip outside and live these grand adventures on his own. We can rest easy knowing he lived a full life.

We had to let go of WALDO OPSAL on Sunday. Perhaps the most photographed and video’d cat of all time. Lisa and I got to spend 17 years with him, he saw us through many big life events, including the cross-country road trip from NYC to LA where he quickly sprawled out on the dashboard and soaked in the sun the whole way. He was an indoor cat, but had an adventurous heart and managed to escape a dozen times, once in NYC where I chased him across streets, past cars and motorcycles and construction sites, he tried to climb the brick wall of our building like Spiderman trying to get to our patio. He ran around the hills of LA, evading coyotes and hawks, probably befriending racoons and breaking the hearts of some hot skunks. But he always came back, happy as ever, naive to the dangers around him and ready to slurp up a tuna and shrimp squeeze tube and snuggle up on our laps like it was no big deal. The day we moved into our house, he went missing and we were convinced he had scurried up our chimney (as we now know he can climb brick), we fully mourned the loss of him until the movers left for the day and a bathroom drawer popped open on its own, he had been hiding BEHIND the back of the closed drawer. In his final week, he slipped out one last time, I went looking for him, my mind racing with fears of what could have happened to him, then I saw him from a distance, peacefully sniffing plants and watching birds. As hard as it was, I let him have his moment and trusted that he would come home when he was ready. And eventually, he did.

As much as we always wanted to protect him, I’m grateful that he had the chance to slip outside and live these grand adventures on his own. We can rest easy knowing he lived a full life.

We had to let go of WALDO OPSAL on Sunday. Perhaps the most photographed and video’d cat of all time. Lisa and I got to spend 17 years with him, he saw us through many big life events, including the cross-country road trip from NYC to LA where he quickly sprawled out on the dashboard and soaked in the sun the whole way. He was an indoor cat, but had an adventurous heart and managed to escape a dozen times, once in NYC where I chased him across streets, past cars and motorcycles and construction sites, he tried to climb the brick wall of our building like Spiderman trying to get to our patio. He ran around the hills of LA, evading coyotes and hawks, probably befriending racoons and breaking the hearts of some hot skunks. But he always came back, happy as ever, naive to the dangers around him and ready to slurp up a tuna and shrimp squeeze tube and snuggle up on our laps like it was no big deal. The day we moved into our house, he went missing and we were convinced he had scurried up our chimney (as we now know he can climb brick), we fully mourned the loss of him until the movers left for the day and a bathroom drawer popped open on its own, he had been hiding BEHIND the back of the closed drawer. In his final week, he slipped out one last time, I went looking for him, my mind racing with fears of what could have happened to him, then I saw him from a distance, peacefully sniffing plants and watching birds. As hard as it was, I let him have his moment and trusted that he would come home when he was ready. And eventually, he did.

As much as we always wanted to protect him, I’m grateful that he had the chance to slip outside and live these grand adventures on his own. We can rest easy knowing he lived a full life.

We had to let go of WALDO OPSAL on Sunday. Perhaps the most photographed and video’d cat of all time. Lisa and I got to spend 17 years with him, he saw us through many big life events, including the cross-country road trip from NYC to LA where he quickly sprawled out on the dashboard and soaked in the sun the whole way. He was an indoor cat, but had an adventurous heart and managed to escape a dozen times, once in NYC where I chased him across streets, past cars and motorcycles and construction sites, he tried to climb the brick wall of our building like Spiderman trying to get to our patio. He ran around the hills of LA, evading coyotes and hawks, probably befriending racoons and breaking the hearts of some hot skunks. But he always came back, happy as ever, naive to the dangers around him and ready to slurp up a tuna and shrimp squeeze tube and snuggle up on our laps like it was no big deal. The day we moved into our house, he went missing and we were convinced he had scurried up our chimney (as we now know he can climb brick), we fully mourned the loss of him until the movers left for the day and a bathroom drawer popped open on its own, he had been hiding BEHIND the back of the closed drawer. In his final week, he slipped out one last time, I went looking for him, my mind racing with fears of what could have happened to him, then I saw him from a distance, peacefully sniffing plants and watching birds. As hard as it was, I let him have his moment and trusted that he would come home when he was ready. And eventually, he did.

As much as we always wanted to protect him, I’m grateful that he had the chance to slip outside and live these grand adventures on his own. We can rest easy knowing he lived a full life.

We had to let go of WALDO OPSAL on Sunday. Perhaps the most photographed and video’d cat of all time. Lisa and I got to spend 17 years with him, he saw us through many big life events, including the cross-country road trip from NYC to LA where he quickly sprawled out on the dashboard and soaked in the sun the whole way. He was an indoor cat, but had an adventurous heart and managed to escape a dozen times, once in NYC where I chased him across streets, past cars and motorcycles and construction sites, he tried to climb the brick wall of our building like Spiderman trying to get to our patio. He ran around the hills of LA, evading coyotes and hawks, probably befriending racoons and breaking the hearts of some hot skunks. But he always came back, happy as ever, naive to the dangers around him and ready to slurp up a tuna and shrimp squeeze tube and snuggle up on our laps like it was no big deal. The day we moved into our house, he went missing and we were convinced he had scurried up our chimney (as we now know he can climb brick), we fully mourned the loss of him until the movers left for the day and a bathroom drawer popped open on its own, he had been hiding BEHIND the back of the closed drawer. In his final week, he slipped out one last time, I went looking for him, my mind racing with fears of what could have happened to him, then I saw him from a distance, peacefully sniffing plants and watching birds. As hard as it was, I let him have his moment and trusted that he would come home when he was ready. And eventually, he did.

As much as we always wanted to protect him, I’m grateful that he had the chance to slip outside and live these grand adventures on his own. We can rest easy knowing he lived a full life.

We had to let go of WALDO OPSAL on Sunday. Perhaps the most photographed and video’d cat of all time. Lisa and I got to spend 17 years with him, he saw us through many big life events, including the cross-country road trip from NYC to LA where he quickly sprawled out on the dashboard and soaked in the sun the whole way. He was an indoor cat, but had an adventurous heart and managed to escape a dozen times, once in NYC where I chased him across streets, past cars and motorcycles and construction sites, he tried to climb the brick wall of our building like Spiderman trying to get to our patio. He ran around the hills of LA, evading coyotes and hawks, probably befriending racoons and breaking the hearts of some hot skunks. But he always came back, happy as ever, naive to the dangers around him and ready to slurp up a tuna and shrimp squeeze tube and snuggle up on our laps like it was no big deal. The day we moved into our house, he went missing and we were convinced he had scurried up our chimney (as we now know he can climb brick), we fully mourned the loss of him until the movers left for the day and a bathroom drawer popped open on its own, he had been hiding BEHIND the back of the closed drawer. In his final week, he slipped out one last time, I went looking for him, my mind racing with fears of what could have happened to him, then I saw him from a distance, peacefully sniffing plants and watching birds. As hard as it was, I let him have his moment and trusted that he would come home when he was ready. And eventually, he did.

As much as we always wanted to protect him, I’m grateful that he had the chance to slip outside and live these grand adventures on his own. We can rest easy knowing he lived a full life.

KEYTARSALS (Most don’t know that today is #FootMusicFriday, so, just doing my part, so…)

@danopsal hits all the right notes and turns a classic anthem into a State Farm Super Bowl spectacle with Keegan-Michael Key, Danny McBride, Hailee Steinfeld, KATSEYE and Bon Jovi. 🎸🎤

#hungryman

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Production Company: hungryman
Director: @danopsal
Managing Partner/EP: @CalebDewart
Managing Partner/EP: @KimDellara
Partner/EP: @moviematt007
EP: @onlyfrannns
Head of Production: @marianharkness
EP/Producer: @rjarjoura
DP: @addp
1st AD: Eric Topper
Production Designer: @squintingcyclops
Costumer Designer: @anette_cseri_892
Key HMU: @dominietill_makeuphair_artist

Edit: @cuttersstudios
Editor: @grant.gustafson.editor
Producer: @buckbeak15
Assistant Editor: @jackjtaylormade
Executive Producer: @heath819

VFX: @prlmt
VFX Supervisors: Phil Crowe & @tm.grhm
Executive Producer: @katmaidment
Production Team: Diana Young & Emma Fleischmann

Sound: @caya_musicandsound
EP/Partner: Kiki Einziger
ECD/Partner: @beneinziger

Sound Design/Mix: @pjeraz @anothercountrystudios
Audio Assistant: Brett Rossiter & @lhansa_sound
Executive Producer: Louise Rider
Producer: @joshua_bluedavid_hunnicutt
Managing Director: @tkph0t0

Color: @royal.muster
Colorist: @roslyndisisto
Color Assist: @celenecurlee
Color Assist: @abbydohertyfilms
Executive Producer: @thatchfucious
Head of Production / Producer: Diane Valera
Associate Producer: Esli Israel

Agency: @wearetma.agency 
CEO: @t.roffino
Chief Creative Office:  @harris_wilkinson
Executive Creative Director: @rickutzinger
Creative Director: @megan_steidl
Associate Creative Director: @scottwolf1
Associate Creative Director: @thedeucems
SVP, Account Management: @thelenlori
VP Account Management: Johnny Fitzsimmons
Sr. Account Director: Raisa Collazo Carmona
Account Supervisor: @miniicoop
SVP, Strategy: @dmatathia
VP, Strategy:  @efoxflorio
Additional Writing: @emquinnxcii, @hannahmpohl,  Steve McElligot, Jerome Marruci
Executive Producer: @ivo2133

Client: @statefarm

Ever wanted to know the real truth? Take the orange pihl. (@johnwhaskell @loiliio @rosa.aamunkoi)

Dave Pilkers: Filming Locations - Back to Future!

Oh God, the news. @rose_losangeles Deep Sleep Delights to quiet the voices 😴

Our dear boy, Grover (aka Chundy, aka Thrasher) passed on today. A Brooklyn born weirdo. Raised in Queens, anxiously sucking his own tail bald. Made the intense bi-coastal trek to Los Angeles via Penske, just to escape on day 1 and evade coyote capture. Became Lisa’s loyal shadow. A wonderful actor, always took direction, a beautiful friend and a boisterous head licking, shoe-sitting, pear-shaped fuzz boy. We were very lucky to get to love 12 years of him. Rest well, my boy.

Our dear boy, Grover (aka Chundy, aka Thrasher) passed on today. A Brooklyn born weirdo. Raised in Queens, anxiously sucking his own tail bald. Made the intense bi-coastal trek to Los Angeles via Penske, just to escape on day 1 and evade coyote capture. Became Lisa’s loyal shadow. A wonderful actor, always took direction, a beautiful friend and a boisterous head licking, shoe-sitting, pear-shaped fuzz boy. We were very lucky to get to love 12 years of him. Rest well, my boy.

Our dear boy, Grover (aka Chundy, aka Thrasher) passed on today. A Brooklyn born weirdo. Raised in Queens, anxiously sucking his own tail bald. Made the intense bi-coastal trek to Los Angeles via Penske, just to escape on day 1 and evade coyote capture. Became Lisa’s loyal shadow. A wonderful actor, always took direction, a beautiful friend and a boisterous head licking, shoe-sitting, pear-shaped fuzz boy. We were very lucky to get to love 12 years of him. Rest well, my boy.

Our dear boy, Grover (aka Chundy, aka Thrasher) passed on today. A Brooklyn born weirdo. Raised in Queens, anxiously sucking his own tail bald. Made the intense bi-coastal trek to Los Angeles via Penske, just to escape on day 1 and evade coyote capture. Became Lisa’s loyal shadow. A wonderful actor, always took direction, a beautiful friend and a boisterous head licking, shoe-sitting, pear-shaped fuzz boy. We were very lucky to get to love 12 years of him. Rest well, my boy.

Our dear boy, Grover (aka Chundy, aka Thrasher) passed on today. A Brooklyn born weirdo. Raised in Queens, anxiously sucking his own tail bald. Made the intense bi-coastal trek to Los Angeles via Penske, just to escape on day 1 and evade coyote capture. Became Lisa’s loyal shadow. A wonderful actor, always took direction, a beautiful friend and a boisterous head licking, shoe-sitting, pear-shaped fuzz boy. We were very lucky to get to love 12 years of him. Rest well, my boy.

Our dear boy, Grover (aka Chundy, aka Thrasher) passed on today. A Brooklyn born weirdo. Raised in Queens, anxiously sucking his own tail bald. Made the intense bi-coastal trek to Los Angeles via Penske, just to escape on day 1 and evade coyote capture. Became Lisa’s loyal shadow. A wonderful actor, always took direction, a beautiful friend and a boisterous head licking, shoe-sitting, pear-shaped fuzz boy. We were very lucky to get to love 12 years of him. Rest well, my boy.

Our dear boy, Grover (aka Chundy, aka Thrasher) passed on today. A Brooklyn born weirdo. Raised in Queens, anxiously sucking his own tail bald. Made the intense bi-coastal trek to Los Angeles via Penske, just to escape on day 1 and evade coyote capture. Became Lisa’s loyal shadow. A wonderful actor, always took direction, a beautiful friend and a boisterous head licking, shoe-sitting, pear-shaped fuzz boy. We were very lucky to get to love 12 years of him. Rest well, my boy.

Our dear boy, Grover (aka Chundy, aka Thrasher) passed on today. A Brooklyn born weirdo. Raised in Queens, anxiously sucking his own tail bald. Made the intense bi-coastal trek to Los Angeles via Penske, just to escape on day 1 and evade coyote capture. Became Lisa’s loyal shadow. A wonderful actor, always took direction, a beautiful friend and a boisterous head licking, shoe-sitting, pear-shaped fuzz boy. We were very lucky to get to love 12 years of him. Rest well, my boy.

Our dear boy, Grover (aka Chundy, aka Thrasher) passed on today. A Brooklyn born weirdo. Raised in Queens, anxiously sucking his own tail bald. Made the intense bi-coastal trek to Los Angeles via Penske, just to escape on day 1 and evade coyote capture. Became Lisa’s loyal shadow. A wonderful actor, always took direction, a beautiful friend and a boisterous head licking, shoe-sitting, pear-shaped fuzz boy. We were very lucky to get to love 12 years of him. Rest well, my boy.

Our dear boy, Grover (aka Chundy, aka Thrasher) passed on today. A Brooklyn born weirdo. Raised in Queens, anxiously sucking his own tail bald. Made the intense bi-coastal trek to Los Angeles via Penske, just to escape on day 1 and evade coyote capture. Became Lisa’s loyal shadow. A wonderful actor, always took direction, a beautiful friend and a boisterous head licking, shoe-sitting, pear-shaped fuzz boy. We were very lucky to get to love 12 years of him. Rest well, my boy.