Passive Cats

Lately, She has been talking about people who are passive-aggressive. That sound confusing to me, so I needed some help understanding what it means. She tells it like this: Aggressive means that you are looking for a fight and passive means you don't want to fight. I am a passive cat and all I want is love and snuggles. I think Kasey is passive, too, since she doesn't want to fight, she just wants everything her own way. The thing that She tells me is that there are people who have some opinions that could cause a fight, but instead of arguing, they say something mean in a pleasant way. Or do something mean in a friendly way. Sometimes She wonders if He is ever passive-aggressive. You see, He is the sweetest man who is glad to help Her with Her aches and pains problems. Oh, sure, He yells at His computer, but not at Her or me, and only at Kasey when she gets on His keyboard when He wants to work. But He is sweet and kind. So when She says She wants Him to get something for Her at the store, about one time in ten He brings the wrong thing. If She asks for sausage breakfast sandwiches, He brings bacon. If She asks for fried chicken strip for Her lunch, He brings raw chicken. He is lucky, because She just laughs and says He is being passive-aggressive. Say, do you suppose that is what Kasey is doing when she pees on His side of the bed? She did that when Kate lived here. It may have been Kasey's way of saying get rid of that new cat or I will fight with her. Anyway, She and I are glad we are passive, because we can laugh at things others do that are passive-aggressive. Oh, wait. That is not true about how She feels about politics. That makes Her aggressive. I am especially passive today, because there is pink fish thawing for our dinner. Yum. Peace out.