Look in the mirror, dipshit...the *total* f.ck bag is lookin right at ya.

Can I step in here, nanner? Just for a teensy-weensy moment, I promise. I
hold my hand to my heart, take a deep, deep sigh, and swear, to the bottom
of my bottom, and going all the way up to my throat, that I won't overstay
my welcome by more than a "tad", as they say. OK? Cheers.

The "deabte", as you so succintly, if rather clumsily put it, is no deabte
at all, really. No. My considered opinion - and I would like to stress that
it *is* my opinion, to which I hold full copyright, and I'll spank anyone's
bottom who abuses it in any way, shape, or form - is that the only way to
settle this problem of whether or not you should let your cat go "outside",
is to immediately, and forthwith, have it put down.

The really clever part of this scenario is that if you bury poor Tiddles
outside, he/she/it will have all the benefits of being outdoors, but none of
the dangers, like traffic, dogs, and cruel children with sticks. An
additional benefit would be that a shrub, or tree planted over the grave
would have an excellent source of organic fertilizer for as long as it would
take the corpse to decompose, after which the local dogs would be well
served with a good bone source.

Hope this helps the deabte.

PS
I'd have helped you on the "fuckbag" definitions, but I didn't want to come
across as sarcastic, or rude.