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.
Says a lot, doesn't it? Specifically: The peasants can get fucked.