I can't put her food down on the kitchen floor in hopes that she will come out once I leave and eat it because the other cats will devour it in minutes. I am to put her food in the room where she is hiding and leave it at that. So, that's what I have done. Oh, I can see where this is going.
I have visions of me lying on the floor, head under the bed, whispering sweet nothings, trying to coax little kitty out. No kidding, I will probably do that tomorrow. I'll go slow but if that doesn't work I have plans to lie on the floor next to the bed, a good book and a coffee to help pass the time and just let her get used to my presence. I'll read to her, I'll sing to her, I'll meow, purr, chirp, whatever. I have a list as long as my arm of things to try. Hope something works.
Now the other two are clowns. I walked in and they were both ready to chat it up, check out 'the bag', mooch some treats and just pretty much grab attention anyway they could. I know I'm going to have lots of fun with them. It's just the little shy one that is on my mind tonight.
"Life's too short for all that fussin', my friend" (Mr. Ed)