I know I'll be flamed by the "keep your kitty inside" crowd but I've had two small Russian blues carried off by owls. They love to be out hunting at night, they love to climb and roost on top of cars in the street, and they are almost invisible (but not to owls) so the movement is all the owl sees. My only comfort is that the last thought each had on earth was "I can fly!!!!!"
I now have a very large light colored cat who hates the dark and is too clumsy to climb up on anything.
A cat who hates the dark.
A strange pathology for a cat.
Some animal psychology PhD candidate could have a field day with that cat.