Got back very late last night because Rachel wanted me to go over to hers and help with some Oskar-training. But Oskar didn't turn up. At all. We saw where he'd been: dirty patch on the sofa cushions where he'd slept; small pile of vomit in corner of kitchen. But though we heard cat yowls out in the gardens and saw dark cat-shapes flitting about, he remained obstinately absent.
And then I got home and found someone had left some strange rubbish on my doorstep: a scuffed Tesco bag with, inside it, a dirty old ice-cream carton. I took it indoors and Mirabelle was VERY interested. The carton contained a grey jellified thing with lumps in it that smelled bad. I put it in the rubbish, but during the night Mirabelle got it out and ate most of it.
And then this morning as I was leaving for work one of the Japanese students that lives upstairs - she's called something like 'Teg' said: 'Your boyfriend gave you a nice present? He waited a long long time for you!'
'Boyfriend?'
'Long hair man?'
Glenn!
I got back early this evening and i've just been sitting here, clutching Mirabelle and thinking: 'What do I do if he comes back?'
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Run. And take Mirabelle....
So he's broke, mentally depressed/distressed, dirty, alcoholic AND a stalker who will wait uninvited for hours on your doorstep and then leave dirty junk?
Oh how can this get better? How?
(Topiary quickly weaving camoflage Topiary for scones so she can hide)
Moo!
Dear Topiary, I WOULD run if there was anywhere else I could go. (And go to work, look after Mirabelle etc) Love from worried scones x
I thought that cats only left that kind of "present" for each other? Was there a diamond inside the jelly that you never knew about?
Curiouser and curiouser!
Cow wondering if the item in the back pack was the famous fish stew.
That would explain why Mirabelle liked it.
Moo!
Dear Goodbyetoallfat, I wish it had had a diamond in it. It was a very strange (unwanted) present of stinky fish stew, made by soimeone who has NO idea what women like eating, but a pretty good idea of what cats like.
Dear Topiary, yes, you were right, it was a horrid example of Glenn's cuisine. How anyone could eat it is beyond me.I still don;t know what the lumps were. (Mirabelle ate them. And she seems OK.) Love from scones
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