Damn right. My parents' cat would often wander their small town, and one day they found the cat in bed with them covered in blood with two broken legs. They followed the blood smear halfway across town to where she's been hit. The fat old bitch dragged herself on two broken legs across town, up a flight of stairs and up onto their bed.
They spent like 3 grand getting pins in her spine and legs, and today she's just as fat and bitchy as ever, and can run/jump fine. My dad built her a little cat gymnasium under the deck for when she wants to go outside

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>and today she's just as fat and bitchy as ever
I'm laughing pretty hard at this. Cats are so wonderfully ungrateful for everything.

My first family cat (from before I was born through to when I was 4 or 5) used to always go out and do her thing in much the same way. She'd be gone for 2-3 days, then be back for a week before disappearing again for 2-3 days. She was spayed, and never came back with injuries so no big deal on those fronts, but fuck I suspect she killed a lot of shit. Most notable was when she maimed a jack rabbit and dragged it back to the house in the middle of the night. It was stupidly hot at the time, so all the windows in the house were open with it being way too unbearable to close them. We all had to listen to the rabbit screaming from under the deck for quite some time while it bled out (my folks couldn't find it/didn't want to go looking under the deck when they went to try to silence it). If you've ever heard a rabbit screaming you know it isn't a pleasant thing to listen to, especially not for a long time while you're trying to sleep. Cat didn't care though, she was boss. Standard proud to bring something back cat attitude. Similar shit with mice and birds, but damn that rabbit was something.

Her luck ran out eventually though. Went off one day and never came back. We suspect the coyotes got her (new development on the very edge of the city; so some coyotes still in the area when we lived there and relatively few people). It was a pity; she was a love when she was in the house. All my kitties are house kitties after that one.

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>proud to bring something back cat attitude
>cat attitude
I believe the proper term is "cattitude, though I can let this minor error of etiquette slide just this once.

>We suspect the coyotes got her
OP here. We were always surprised that the cat I wrote about in my first post managed to evade death by coyotes, as there was a pack of them howling away about 3 or 4 kilometers to the north west of town for virtually my whole childhood. A lot of people on farms surrounding the town lost cats and chickens and small dogs to coyotes and foxes.

That's pretty impressive that your kitty managed to wrangle a rabbit!

>All my kitties are house kitties after that one.
It's always sad losing a cat, but I try not to let that make me shelter them too much. I just think if I was a kitty, I'd rather live 4 or 5 years romping around outdoors getting into fights and stalking prey and generally skulking around than 12-15 years of indoor life. As a loving owner, it's a tough decision to make, though, and one that I don't judge people about; it's up to your discretion to decide what you think is best for your cat and if the decision is made out of love and concern for the cat's well-being then it's a good decision.