Turds of a feather
I will say this for Pounce! - she sure is a stupid-arsed cat.
On the decking out back, next to the fish pond, she just discovered a sloppy white arse-egg laid oh-too-recently by some blow-in bird or other. Gingerly checking the shimmering goo out with her schnoz, the feline's nostrils flared, then recoiled, sending her hindquarts on a merry backward dance into the pond.
She's licking said hindquarts dry now, looking up at me, somehow miffed, as if I'd been the fine feathered offender.