Takeaway's pouch/belly is sitting closer to the ground, and looked as though it had formed almost square corners at the front.

I get the feeling that I shall be treated, before long, to the sight of a little possum saying "I don't like it out here, I want to go back in", and the subsequent pained expression on Takeaway's face as it tries, with limited concern for her comfort, to get "safe and warm and comfortable", once again, ha ha.

That old man bird...

I know you'll be coming out in the next fifteen minutes or so, but I'm bored...

I'm going to start wailing, piteously....

It worked... I went outside, ha ha

"Are you bored?", I said...

"Not any more", he said, "You're here...".

Cheeky, cheeky man... ha ha.

🙂