I live on the main drag between the bars and local 'Nite-Spot'.
Curtains open in my bedroom. MCat sitting on the windowsill, watching the world go by. A group of 'tipsy' arseholes youth walk past, look up, see MCat, and "Oh look! there's a cat up there! C'mon cat, jump, jump!" and make encouraging noises to try to make him jump down onto paving from a second floor window. MCat looked at them with disdain, from behind his FlatCat screen.
I let both my cats out the back door, all the gardens are enclosed by terraces, but shut them in at around 7pm.
There are some horrible people about, bear that in mind folks, especially as people are already letting off fire-works, and for some reason, cats seem fair game to these types.