My last cat, many many moons ago, was my absolute love. She was feral when I got her her rescuers said she was being bullied by other feral cats and wasn't getting food. She was very skinny when she came to me.
my vet recommended I kept her as an indoor cat, as she was impossible to control at the vets, I mean, going for any body's eyes if you attempted to do anything with her, like like pick her up or stroke her.
She wasn't frightened in so much as she didn't ever hide, not her. She's just come out fighting g.
We eventually reached a truce, she's get on my lap to have a stroke, and when she'd have enough, she'd let me know by biting me. Fair enough, I suppose.
She'd run towards anyone who came into the house. have rescued many a meter reader etc who ended up with my cat dangling from their hand.
As I say, my most loved cat. You figure it out, I cannot.