The cat we have now came up to me while I was dressed as Dopey from Snow White and cooking burgers on our grill during a costume party on Holloween weekend. It lived in our evergreen shrub for about a week, teasing the dog and meowing at us everytime we went in or out of the house. I finally decided to keep it. It is very happy indoors, has food, water, warm place to sleep and great companionship from our family.
There are many cats that roam our neighborhood. They tear up flower beds, poop in kids sandboxes, pee on houses and cars, kill birds at feeders, get fleas and ticks, get chased and occasionally killed by dogs and get hit by cars.
Quality of life issues are a two edged sword. I still think there is a definate difference between a farm cat working for a living and a house pet that is allowed to roam the neighborhood. In my mind, there is no difference between a neighbor that lets their dog run and a neighbor that lets their cat run. Your cat won't stay on your property, and neither will their dog(in most cases). So if you let your cat out at night, and find it dead the next day covered with dog bite marks, who's to blame?
If you want to let your cats out, that's your choice. But don't complain if they get killed by a dog, car, a neighbor that likes songbirds or even another cat. And don't tell everybody how hard it was on the kids. It was harder on the cat.
Again, just my opinion and no mean spirited intentions behind this. I just saw lots of cats dead when I was younger and figure the best way to keep them healthy, happy and alive for a very long time is to keep them inside. /w3tcompact/icons/smile.gif
By the way, we bought the cat some catnip over the weekend. First time in about 10 years. Gave him one little pinch and he entertained the kids for an hour. However, we put it up in a high cupboard and when we woke up this morning, the cat was sitting on the kitchen counter(which he never does) looking up at the cupboard and howling. He looked like some kind of drug addict. I had to take the catnip out to the detached garage. He watched me through the glass door and howled the whole time. Then he inspected me when I came back in. I really think he frowned. /w3tcompact/icons/laugh.gif