The spouse and I are standing at the kitchen window, cleaning up our Indian take-out lunch. The lawns are rain green and the street is rain grey. Max, the neighbor's sweet grey cat, is skulking across the road.
The spouse, musingly: "Max looks like he was made from two different cats. The front half of Max and the back half of Max seem to have nothing to do with each other."
I look at Max as he leaps up the wall and down off the wall, and fail to see the point the spouse is making.
But then, Max loves me and dislikes the spouse for reasons unknown to us all.
Go listen to some music: "Max the Circus Cat" from the album Lucy Mongrel by Lucy Mongrel.