In 2004 I had a cat. My cat was one of those cats who lives exclusively for food. She would happily lay in the lap of Hitler, if Hitler had some food for her. So first thing, I always feed the cats. Then I can go sit down on the couch, and wake up in peace.

One day we went through that routine. I put the food in their bowls, set it down, and then go sit down. As I go sit on the couch, IMMEDIATELY after sitting down, I mean my butt wasn't even fully rested on the couch cushion yet, my food loving cat pokes her head around the corner, and lets out a cry. The other cat was in the background, just looking at me like "Yeah, maybe you should come see this...."

I walk in, and see a mouse in their food bowl, just gobbling it up. I look at my cats, and I'm like "You guys know you're cats, right? That's a mouse. You ever see Tom and Jerry? C'mon. Get to work."

And they just stared at me. Probably on account of the fact that they don't know English, or American pop culture from the 1950s. So they just sat there, watching the mouse eat their food.

So I got an oven mitt, and a leather glove. I picked up the whole food dish, walked it outside, walked across the street, and dumped the mouse down a sewer.

Then I came back inside, with their food bowl, and my cats were just staring at me like "Food?"

And I said "I don't know why you're looking at me! You're always begging for more food. That was free protein right there."

To which she responded "Meow?"

Eventually I had to clean their dish out, and get ANOTHER can of cat food ready for them.

So really it depends on your cat how much of a threat they'd be. My mom had an outdoor cat in the early 90s. Very loving to my mom, and the guy she was dating. I didn't live there, so the cat didn't afford me the same love. But that cat knew how to hunt. I wouldn't have been surprised to learn it somehow took down a gazelle.

So it all just depends. Is your cat a hunter......or a pussy?