ALMOST SPERICAL...

...and still surviving, but I'm not exactly holding my breath. Have been keeping a protective eye out & did send off the green eyed murderess from upstairs with a flea in her ear - just the once.

At this rate this little pudding won't be able to take off when the lightning Pushkin makes her attack. It takes zero exercise - just sits there expanding as Mr & Mrs Blackbird work their socks off collecting wrigglies & slitheries to stuff it.

Cat doesn't get it - reckon type 2 diabetes'll do the job due to morbid obesity...
 :o(