I think ritual, or habit, is part of animal survival, and sometimes their demise. They learn a route and then follow it repeatedly. The deer enter the neighbor's yard in the same place every year until a generational path is worn. The squirrels have highways through the trees and maintain their traffic patterns. The robin pair that nests in my carport produces two or three batches of offspring every year using the same nest. These behaviors are of great interest to my cats who have established repetitive patterns of their own. Circe and Imja have a pattern that includes fighting through the window with their tiger striped frienemy. The tiger approaches the sliding glass doors belligerently. She gets up on her hind legs, opens her front legs as if to embrace, and then makes a kind of clapping motion against the glass. This infuriates my cats, and the three of them hurry to repeat the ritual at every eye level window they can find. They do this several times a week. It's something all three of them seem to look forward to.
Bella continues to spend most of her time in her safe place. Every time I hand feed her treats, I need to undertake the same seduction. Sit next to her on her bed, start a let's get to know each other conversation, offer a little tentative petting, and then the treat. I am rewarded for my patience with her butter soft muzzle whispering on my palm.