My two are house cats. They are siblings.
We live on an estate that is known locally as being rough. Shall we just say that when people ask where I live and I reply there is a sharp intake of breathe and the inevitable questions "And you have had no problems?"
It is also the route driving instructors take with their students, also all the idiots showing off to their mates with their wally cars come speeding around as well.
My dh and I both work full time and when we discussed getting cats, we decided to make them fully house cats as, to us, it was cruel to shut them out all day in all weathers in an area which is dodgy, which is what would have happened.
I have had experience of outdoor cats, my mothers' come and go as they please. It pleases Molly to be a six-dinner-Sid and Jesse-James has the avian equivilent of a bounty on his sorry head. We have also lost two of our favourite cats to road incidents, in one case deliberately when the driver mounted the pavement to hit Paris.
We are fortunate to have a nice sized 3 bedroom house with lots of light and sun patches for the furballs to lie in
Every evening we come home to a lovely welcome and they genuinely love the house and people. In summer, if we are sitting in the garden, they are able to come out, but all it takes is a car going past on a different street for them to go streaking into the house.
In our circumstances, house cats are a much better option. They are happy and healthy and very much spoiled. As I type my boy is draped over my left shoulder and licking my arm, while his sister thunders up and down the stairs attacking her tail