Hey Moss, Do you own any cats?
Yep. Lifelong cat owner. My family jokes that I was raised by a cat... the nastiest, foulest, meanest, most cantankerous feline to ever walk the earth. She was three years old when I was born and promptly adopted me as soon as they brought me home from the hospital. She slept in my crib and then my bed for the next 18 years!

She'd sleep with her claws in my belly. If I rolled over in the night she'd "remind" me to roll back. Sometimes she would see her own tail and chase it like a little tornado screaming wildly as she spun up like the Tasmanian devil cartoon. She killed literally thousands of animals over those 21 years and brought most of them home to us, minus the head. Weird cat usually only ate the heads off of stuff. Many times she would bring the meal home for her baby (me) and leave them in my bed, on the floor, in my shoes, in my closet, etc... blecck!!!

Anything from bugs, mice, birds, chipmunks, squirrels, rabbits, small raccoons, opossums and even some crows.
We also had many other cats over the years, all of which my mom also let outside. All they did was hunt and kill if they were not sleeping. And most of them got in fights, got injured, got hit by cars, etc... rarely living more than a few years each.
When I moved out and got married I got a cat of my own. He never left the house except on a leash, which he learned to walk on quit well. We'd take him and the dog out for walks. Cats walk a lot slower than dogs and like to stop and sniff stuff. He lived 17 years and was quit happy stalking the dog and hamster indoors, as well as catching two mice that got inside, although he didn't know how to kill them. When he passed away we got two more cats. Brothers. They are also house cats. After witnessing the carnage and unnatural balance cats do to nature, I would never let one of my own out to roam.