My mom has a cat that wouldn't come near me, because I was the one who traumatized it by rescuing it from the middle of the street when it was a wee kitten (It bit me, but I forgave it. It would not forgive me, though.)

When Mom would go out of town, she'd ask me to come in and check on the cat. A few times I never saw it, but I scooped and fed and watered. Then Mom went on a much longer trip, and I didn't go for about 3 days into the trip. THIS time the cat was lonely and came out at least to show me its face. The next time I came, it came and rubbed against my leg and let me pet her. Now when I go there she comes out to greet me. They can change.

Karen