Cleo: the story

Here is my little monster:

The name: it was originally supposed to be Cleopatra (a personal hero of mine), but after many of my family and friends, including the ex, shortening it to Cleo, I decided to stop being ticked off and accept it. Anyway I felt she misrepresented my image of Cleopatra so it felt okay. You can also imagine trying to tame a feral beast by exclaiming so many syllables... whereas Cleo makes it short and sweet to yell out.

Where she came from: So after posting my desire for a pet on facebook, a friend from my hometown messaged me saying her cat had recently brought a litter of fuzzballs into the world and there were two available for the picking. My last cat being of a darker shade, I picked the light gray. I was delighted to see the cute beige spot on her forehead.

The cat: I noticed fairly quick she was a biter and would not stop. At least she only bites when offended or angry (which is 85% of the time we interact) and she hardly uses her claws on me (which I cut regularly anyway).
I posted my concerns on facebook, and my friend who has given her to me found it really cute and funny cause the mom-cat is EXACTLY the same. How adorable to own a vicious, angry pet who hates everyone! I can't have anyone over without Cleo losing her shit cause she's so used to being alone and the outside world is frightening.

I recently started taking the cat out for "walks", which is mainly walking around the doorsteps. This brought on a pre-teen petting my cat without her losing her shit and biting the child!!! (Note: the child had bent and pet the kid before I could stop her.) That kid even had a dog with her (dog knew to stay extremely far away from cat). My brother and his boyfriend even came over one time without Cleo freaking out! She's didn't want to be pet but at least she didn't attack them?..!

As happy and exciting this is developing for her, it has brought on a new side to the cat that I never saw before. Cat's inner wild animal is awakening and she now spends the better part of her time when she's awake just meowing at the door to be let out. (I always bring her out on the leash.) Last time, I took her out twenty minutes and she still spent every hour after that meowing in the door, scratching at the cracks and trying to get back out. 
This is driving me crazy.
I really thought I would be able to turn her into a dog-cat, taking her out for walks but when we go out, she just wants to sniff everything and attack bugs...

Cleo is known by all my friends as the evil cat and no one comes over or likes to come over just cause she attacks them.. Really annoying. She's also been traumatized by the vet, because she wasn't cooperating, he mistreated her and made her literally lose her shit while scaring her. So now I can't bring her for yearly examinations, she's never been examined, only operated and first shots.

I love my cat a lot but because of her attitude I always feel like I'm the one who causes it and that she's not getting the full of her life. I can't imagine being stuck for life with someone as grumpy as we both are. I know she loves me because she purrs when I pick her up or when I come home but I feel like she deserves more than what I have to offer.

I'll eat your soul.

 Paint me like one of your french girls.