Getting a black screen on the pic/vid but the subject jogged a memory of our cat, Miss Kitty.
When wanting back in, she’d jump to the sill, hang on one paw, and tap on the window with the other paw, of whichever room we’d be in.
But the memory jog for ‘passive aggressive’ is she’d climb up and plop onto my lap when I was sprawled out watching the ballgame.
So
I’d pet her, absentmindedly stroking her back.
Never would notice her tail begin to spasmodically twitch, swishing hard, back and forth, nor her eyes that had become slits, nor her laid back ears.
Out of the blue, she’d jump straight up, turn in midair, and pummel my face, arm, and hand with bared claws.
Then shoot to the floor, looking back at me, like ‘don’t ever ever do that again…ever’.