Two Sinister Males

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?'