2003-08-01 23:28 UTC My meeting with the black mowmow
On my way home tonight I met a cautious black mowmow. He dived for cover under a van as I approached, so I sat on the curb and waited, casually flirting with him by scratching the road surface and making peaceful motions with my hand.
Within a few minutes, the cat carefully approached me to investigate, and after a few sniffs, decided I was safe and started marking me as his own (by rubbing his cheeks against me — this is what cats do to leave a scent), and generally asking me to stroke it.
This is when it dawned on me that that is how I should be tackling my current bug. Actually it's roughly what I've been doing for the last few days anyway, but more by repeatedly stopping myself rather than by a conscious attitude change. As of now, it's the latter.