My parents had a cat named Annie. I never met her. She wasn't feral but might as well have been. All I ever saw was her back end running away.

When she became old she became a snuggly lap cat...only with my parents but particularly with my father. She would stand by his chair and yell until he sat down in it. She would then jump on his lap and sit there happily for hours.

She died a couple years ago from Injection Sarcoma.