That is treading dangerously close to death penalty territory.
We loved the little guy anyway. His fundamentally troubled psyche was sort of cute (especially after we got peeing stuff under control). He spent most of his time outdoors, especially in his later years, and had friends all over. My house is next to a small town’s commercial strip, and the hair salon, liquor store, and bookstore all let him in their back doors regularly. He was also welcome at an apartment over the liquor store, which he accessed by the roof, and where the chief appeal was a pet cockatiel. And I heard reports from two residents of a nearby house that was divided into apartments, that for a couple of years someone who lived there had a large rambunctious dog that spent its days outdoors in decent weather, tethered to a stake in the center of the backyard, and my cat would bask in the sun for hours, just inches out of the dog’s reach, with the dog going nuts the whole time — clearly enjoying tormenting the dog. He died about 6 years ago, but people all over the neighborhood still remember him and talk about his antics.