Our girl is well.
Pengy and I have had a semi-regular play date; whenever I've got about 15 minutes where I can be quiet in myself, I get the feather wand. It's actually more like a feather duster, with long stringy peacock feathers on the end. I sit in the rocker, and play with her and Simon and Pie, taking turns, giving them all attention and play. I've also taken to leaving treats for her again, because as Hissy said, she's "caught" her prey, and needs the reward.
Tonight, I found a quiet space inside, and set out to play with my shy, scared girl. We take our turns, Simon demonstrating how it's to be done, Pie helping him along. And now I offer it to Pengy; she doesn't interact immediately, I have to tease her into playing. I thump it gently on the back floor of the condo, and wiggle it around. It's grabbed her interest, and I sit down on the floor about 12 inches away from her, thumping and wiggling the duster. She attacks it over and over, at one point chasing it onto the front part of the first floor of the condo. She looks at me, realizes how close she's come (I'm averting my eyes), and backs off. But she's not done playing. We sit there, playing, for about 15 minutes. She's done, I can tell, and now it's time to see if she'll let me stroke her for a bit with the duster.
I very gently, with the edges of the feathers on the duster, stroke her chest, and her front legs. She trembles, expecting harshness or pain, but I stay gentle and slow. I am silent, now, and the other cats have left us alone for this part (they always know, somehow, when we're trying something new with Pengy, or something she's not too tolerant of...they sit and encourage her, I imagine, from their spots on the bed.). As she relaxes and stops trembling, I move the duster to her chin, and then spend about 4 minutes stroking her lower back and hips. I keep this up through two body position changes - there is no indication she's mad or upset, but I figure she's getting a bit gitzy and fidgety, so I back off.
I lay the duster on the floor, and Simon attacks it and takes off running with it in his mouth...he was just waiting for his turn to play alone with it. I reach into the treat bag I have with me, get 4 of them out, and kneel back in front of the condo, sideways. I slowly reach my hand out, and extend to the back part of the 1st floor. She whaps me twice, NO claws, no hissing. Just rapidfire whaps; I tell her no, Pengy, very quietly and calmly, and lay the treats on the floor. She wastes no time letting me move my hand - she reaches forward and gobbles up the treats before I can get all the way out of her "space."
Several observations. Her fear is not nearly as large as it was in the past. And her patience with me, and the beginnings of trust, are both growing. She's coming closer to me during play - relaxing into the game, not caring where I am for 20, 30 seconds at a time.
I am so proud of this love. She's coming along. I don't think we'll get a beadbutt by Christmas, but it's coming, I know it is.