Perhaps. It took a year and a half though of feeding in the yard before the cat let me pet him. And it was another six months before the cat came into the house, briefly. Two years later, he is now entirely an indoor cat. In sum, if anything, it was a year of gentle and kind treatment of the cat that made me a cat person.
Two years ago, a neighborhood cat moved from hanging around one building to my building. Somebody left a case of cat food in the lobby, I opened a couple of cans for it. The case was almost gone, I bought another case. Then paper plates. Then noticed it ate better if I stayed while he ate. Three people were feeding it at different times, but it heard my car when I got home and came up to me. People assumed it was my cat, because I spent so much time watching over it. I’d open the door to my building, it would go to the threshold, but never any further.
Eventually, one of the neighbors trapped it, took it to the vet and brought it into her home. As we suspected from the orange fur, it was a he. She says he is happy inside. I hope that every once in awhile, he thinks of me and purrs.