Used to live in Asia with a lot of street cats that never had an owner. I ended up adopting a lost kitten in my shed (mum didn't come back after 2 days, so didn't have much choice beyond letter her starve).
Because I now had food out for my cat I ended up with a lot of street cats come visit (i.e. steal food). My house was pretty open (tropical climate) so bit difficult to prevent, and I didn't really mind so it was all good. Can use a lot of adjectives for these cats, but "friendly" and "open to human interaction" are not among them.
At some point I left the bedroom door open and a kitten wandered in. My bedroom was closed off and I wanted to get him out as I wanted to close the door to leave for the evening. Had to get him from behind the wardrobe.
I had been feeding him for a few months already so I figured that should be fine. It wasn't. I found out that the answer to "how much pain can a small cute kitten inflict" is "surprisingly a lot". Then there were the two siblings that would miaow at me to get food, but then hiss at me for getting too close to the food bowl where they were waiting. Herp derp.
Cats that didn't grow up with humans are completely different animals then cats that grew up with humans. This is probably fairly close to your barn cats from 200 years ago.