Worrying News About the Kitten

Dropped in on the Japanese students on Sunday to thank them for looking after Mirabelle. (I took them some flowers and chocs. I spent a long time looking at Tesco sushi and wondering if they’d prefer it to chocs, but decided they probably wouldn’t. It always tastes wrong to me. I’m no expert on sushi but surely it shouldn’t be that stodgy and tasteless? I like the box it comes in, mind, and the little containers of sauces, chopsticks etc. Always reminds me of airline food, which I adore. Airline food tastes wrong, too, of course – but in a charming sort of way. The portions are so small it is like eating doll’s food. Ventriloquists’ dolls’ food. )
Anyhoo, only one student was there (not the one called Teg) and she got quite giggly and confessed that while they were looking after her, Mirabelle had run away. And been missing for a whole day, having nipped out of the door and streaked down the stairs. Just as they were beginning to worry about whether they should wander out into the street yelling Mirabelle’s name, or put up reward notices (thus tipping off the landlord to the highly illegal cat-tenancy going on in one of his flats) someone had brought Mirabelle back, tapping on the door of the students’ flat before handing her over. Who was it? The non-Teg student didn’t know the name, just that he was a ‘nice man’ who sometimes sits under the stairs.
It’s really frustrating trying to talk to people who can’t speak English properly, however lovely they are in other ways. I kept saying ‘But NO ONE sits under the stairs!’
And the student kept saying. ‘Yes. Sometimes he is there!’ very insistently.
Afterwards I went downstairs and looked at the cubbyhole under the stairs, but of course there was no one there.
So now, the question is – did Mirabelle meet a tom cat while she was out? Would it be wise to take her to the vet for a morning after pill? Can you get them for cats? And would they work after a week has gone by?
She certainly looks very pleased with herself nowadays.