And then one of my labmates found the key: tuna. She was eating a tuna sandwich, cat meowed at her, she put a little tuna in its bowl. And it jumped up and ate on the corner of our deck, while she ate on the picnic table that was also on that deck. Six feet. Maybe five. Boundaries shattered.
Slowly working on befriending cat. I'll come by over the weekend to feed it some chow. Maybe a little tuna. Or canned food, even.
