This was my family when I was a kid. We never had a cat for more than 2-5 years because there were coyotes and pumas out there. Except for one cat who lived to old age. I think we had a dozen cats during my childhood. I remember thinking they were happier with their freedom, even though it meant their lives were short.
I know better now. I still think cats are happier when they can go outside, but it's not worth the risk to their lives and also the lives of the local smaller wildlife.
I just lost my very beloved barn cat to a suspected coyote attack.
It really sucks. He was a feral cat not deemed suitable for a home and he went from hissing at me for weeks to a total cuddly love...with a wild wall climbing streak.
He knew love, friendship, a warm bed and a full belly but the guilt I have is all consuming. He lived a great life but man...my barn feels very sad and quiet these days.
We've got two blind cats. They're indoor, but we take them in the yard and let them do their thing under supervision. Trying to catch bugs will usually just end up in a bee sting, and catching small game is largely out of the question. Tho they have chased deer away.
The coyotes around me are massive. I thought I was seeing things one night as a big ass German Shepard sized dog walked cross my yard.