An amazing and happy thing happened in my life today. It's a long story, I'll (try to) make it very short.
I met my now-husband about 5 years ago. He had just bought a farm after raising his kids in the city.
When he moved out to the farm, he brought his house cats, of course. One immediately got hit by a car

. The other became quasi-feral - she was never a lovey-dovey kitty in the first place. Now, you have to understand, this farm is out in the country where there are coyotes, raccoons, stray (and not so stray) dogs, bob cats, and of course cars. But the biggest threat is coyotes. Outdoor cats rarely last long out here.
When I first met her, she refused to come inside. She would growl and hold her ears back when I would pet her. I frequently got bloodied by her lightning-fast claws. She never, ever telegraphed her strikes! Everyone said she was about 10 years old.
Over time, she and I formed a more trusting relationship. I gave her healthy food that she loved. I gave her wet-cloth baths in the sun on warm days. I built her a house in the basement and put a pad on the top level that was heated 9 months of the year.
And I would ask about her past, trying to figure out how a house cat could become so feral. Always, when I asked about her age, they said, oh she's about 10 years old. Eventually I did the math (

) and realized she was close to 20 years old! So I started trying to lure her indoors. Outdoors is not a place for an old cat!
OK so now the amazing, happy part: after all this time, she has decided to live indoors, in a safe, warm environment where she can live out her final days! And today, for the first time, she peed indoors in the litter box I set up for her!
This is such a great relief. Now, when coyotes wake me up in the middle of the night with their howling, I won't worry that my kitty has become their dinner.
tl;dr: I tamed a feral cat.