Heh. Once upon a time, I had a tuxedo cat named Spyder. Spyder was pretty much a bully, who had to whack anyone he passed... just because. When I stayed with my parents for a couple of weeks while relocating, he went straight to a closet and hid. I pitched him out of it 3 times before he decided he wasn't going to get murdered or anything. On the other hand, Brie spent 3 years in my office. I'd wake up and see a flash of her darting back in there every so often. I thought the cat hated me. 

I'd keep pestering her every few hours, just so she knows her presence is missed, and insist she come out to eat. No eating under the bed! LOL