Once I got her home, she hid under the bed only to come out now and then as if to say when are you taking me home? When I woke up the next morning, she was still under the bed but she had badly soiled the expensive chair she had seen me sitting in all evening.
Only my guilt out-weighed my excitement that she was so communicative. Eventually she realized that I provide an unlimited supply of food, toys, and love.
Annabelle will sometimes wrap her tail around my forearm as if holding my hand when she wants me to be there. She is cautious and keeps her distance and is easily over-stimulated when pet. Not much into being kissed. But she is exceptionally gentle, loving, and playful when she feels safe, and she is a fabulous older sibling (truly motherly) to her baby brothers.
I love all three cats, but Annabelle has seniority and priority. I show this just enough that she and maybe the boys know it, but not enough to alienate her from her feline companions.