We've had our "Elvis" since he was two. He belonged to our neighbours but decided our backyard was preferable to theirs after they acquired two pooches. (Elvis is what they named him. They named his sister Priscilla, and the two pooches were named Bob and Marley. It's true!) We fell in love with him, and the neighbours allowed him to adopt us.
Now twelve years of age, and after much patience and a whole lot of love, we've turned him into a predominantly indoor cat from a mostly outdoors cat. He still goes out, still does what cats do, but spends his nights inside, either before the fire or on a lap.
We never felt the slightest need to engage "pussy whisperers" or "cat psychics" to befriend this lovely little feline.
M.