one more thought on this, related to my anarchic desires:
when i finally settled for a while in rural southern oregon, i took the 2 cats that i had shared with my ex-wife for years; to give both her and the cats some additional freedom. they had always been indoor cats in the city. the first night, i had to decide whether to let the cats be free to go outside at night (lots of predator critters in that area), or keep them "safe" inside. after much deliberation, and trying my best to determine what they wanted, i chose to let them be free.
the shy one stayed inside with me, but the other one (who was really more like a dog than a cat, in many ways) stayed out. in the middle of the night, i heard a brief commotion and a massive screeching cry underneath the little cabin i was in. i was sure he had been gotten by a bobcat. i could not see anything underneath, due to the ground being very uneven. and there was no more sound or any response to my calls. i mourned, and figured in the morning i would crawl under to find out for sure.
at first light, he came trotting in for breakfast, with just a small cut by one of his ears. he had gotten into a fight with a local feral cat, and chased it away. (when i saw his cut, i swore his look said, "you should have seen the other guy").
he was always an outdoor cat after that. he would go hiking with me in the woods; talk to cars and people that went by, he was like the "mayor" of our little country road. very cool cat.