matrioszka 1

Hi,

Matryoshka (rus. матрёшка) is a hollow, wooden figurine, with smaller, smaller, smaller, smaller, smaller and smaller figurines inside. 

The shelf above my desk hosts a Matryoshka from an antique shop. It is beautiful, colorful, with all the right imperfections characteristic of hand-made gadgetry. It comes with two missing figurines and this is yet another reason why it is rendered infallibly legendary:)

And one more thing: just like oil-painting, puff pastry, tiramisu and this blog, it’s got layers.

Magda

The Bad

The Bad

Shoshana aka The Bad

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The whole problem with Nenka is that she is not evil at all. Not a bit. There is neither malice nor anger or evil, nothing. But what of it, if she looks as if it was a dream come true for a director in need of a pet to calmly rest on a schwarz-character’s lap. Evil incarnated.

In order to prevent you from further confusion, dear reader, I will supply you with some insight into the many names of Mimi (yes, I am still referring to one and the same creature). Thus, it was Bunia who came to live with us, a name which was forthwith disposed of in favour of a new designation: Shoshana, as in Basterds of War. And so it went down the following alley -> Shoshana -> Shoshon -> Toshon -> Sas'i -> Sas'inka, and completely independently -> Mimi, Nenka -> Nene, The Bag and many, many more. 

Back to the original narration. Sas’inka arrives as the third house pet, an addition which made it finally possible to adapt the title of the cult western to household needs. And so emerged the "The Good, The Bad and the (P) ugly". At first, there was no intimation that Sas’i would turn into what she eventually turned into, as she was a sweet cat, a tortie with a red tail tip, which always made her look as if she had the tip of her tail dipped in paint ...

Interestingly, her arrival left Dzik in the state of deep imperturbability. She just sniffed yet another shady newcomer and decided that she would not even bother to throw a hissy fit or two. Possibly, she just hoped that it was only a temporary tenant, as such, not deserving a single sulk, ’cos begging and sulking don’t ever go hand in hand, do they? 

As for the pug … Well, müpf, who had managed to evolve from an unfortunate, cowed, adoptive pug snatched out of a barbaric pseudo-breeder, into a Lady (large L) of the manor (a smaller m), simply hit the roof, raged, raved and went off the deep end. The Pugly, otherwise docking on the Wildebeest, doubling as a loaf of bread or a slimy cuddly toy, was suddenly reduced to the You-Know-Who incarnated. Fortunately, in her catlike fashion, Nene in no time developed the swiftest escape routes from the Treacherous Bun into high no-way-you-will-reach-me-here-you-sorry-excuse-for-assailant places. Worse still, it took just three days for the penny to drop that the pugly joke of a dog just professes her visual skills, and so the revenge materialised. Thus, Toshon crammed herself shamelessly under the kisser of the Seething Bun and then relaxingly made off towards the sofa, as to leave the joke of an aggressor a degree of headstart. Fully devoted to total extermination of the damn furball, the Dumpling, even learned to jump on top of the sofa (sic!) and at this point the revenge kicked in. Cautiously prawling away from the flat mouth infested with missing teeth, Nene descended the sofa two metres away. The Pug, being as blind as bat, continued her raving away at the place where it seemed to her that the cat was waiting to be devoured, and meanwhile Sas'inka relaxingly approached her from behind,  watching the Disorientation Incarnated with embarrassment, then gave her a flop in the butt and fled, this time onto the desk, doubling as feline dinning space. She who lives by the sword shall die by the sword, so pug, in the ferocity of mutual recriminations, "accidentally" happened to try to roost on top of the cat.

I apologize for the bad quality of this photo, but it’d been taken years before iPhone6 was invented.

I apologize for the bad quality of this photo, but it’d been taken years before iPhone6 was invented.

And so it went on over and over again. The Bun embarked on fruitless pursuits, Sas'i retaliated, and at the end of the month they slept together, affectionate as if nothing had ever transpired.

As I said, no iPhones….

As I said, no iPhones….

And now, so as not to simply pay lip-service, here are some images of the Evil itself...

How to sit next to Nene?

How to sit next to Nene?

Yes, Nene, like the rest of the zoo, has her own photo folder, with such photos as this one:

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And my absolute favourite: Mimi, happy to see my sister, M.

Evil in its purest form.

Evil in its purest form.

And a tiny gallery explaining where this Bag comes from

Evil being evil, Bag being bag, but my Kitty is, above all, Her Fluffiness Mei.

The last, the youngest of the creatures, Maciej, Nenka's brother, also known as Noncius SoftPaws, remains to be presented. But this in the next post within the ‘The zoo’ category.

Re-loved by Matryoshka

Re-loved by Matryoshka

Müpf

Müpf