These guys are all outside. Oz-man is too fat to hunt. He just lays around on the patio and puts on more weight. The other two are pretty vicious predators. I often have to kill many wounded rodents. My wife has quite the shoe collection. When you have 100 pairs of shoes, there are pairs that don't get worn very often. The shoes are like mini caskets. We often find decaying birds in shoes weeks after the kill. Its like a grave yard in the closet.
We have a barn cat (I think), or a neighbors cat (not sure), or a wild cat (doubtful) that keeps using the flower beds in the front of our house as a litter box. If it wasn't for my wife the thing would've died from lead poisoning long ago. I wish my dogs weren't so old and could run because that too would take care of the situation.
My only regret about cats is that you can't bring them everywhere.
When I was in my 20s, I was hit by a car. The bike bought it but I was lucky, just bruises and contusions. I couldn't sleep that night because I hurts much. Them of you as have cats know they generally sleep by your shins or ankles. Mao, the cat we had then, sat up behind my shoulders all night that night. He was awake and guarding me.