I think of coming up with the idea of a cat named Tesla as my rare stroke of genius. Cat which belongs to a mad doctor that is. I had her appearance, behavior and characteristics figured out so clearly that they seemed obvious to me. It’s like when you hear chair you probably imagine wooden object with four legs and a backrest I was expecting that you see a glamorous cat with a slick body and shiny, black fur when you hear Tesla. Well, I was wrong. Maciek had quite different image of her. When I protested he refused to cooperate. As soon I pronounced the forbidden “how about you draw it again?” he instantly blocked his ears with hands and started to shout “lalalalala”. I was lucky to persuade him to remove the bow from her neck. All I could do was to swallow pride, grit my teeth and accept the fact that my child will never leave her mother’s womb, or something. Well, at least not in the form I’d like.

Some time later Maciek wanted to make an episode with Tesla and I said that I don’t really want to with that look of hers. So after couple minutes of heated debate (which might have not been heated at all) we came up with the simplest solution - we will kill her. Drastic, I know, but it was for better good. Second killing was just for fun. Meet Tesla.