My town is basically in the woods, and hills. Cats can be seen, but mostly they aren’t. There was one sitting at the bus stop a couple of blocks away, a while back. Someone noticed it, and it stepped back, into the impenetrable brush that’s everywhere. I hear stories from some of the homeless. There’s much easier game than people to be had.
Nah.
Mountain lions (pumas, back east in the New York and Pennsylvania wilderness days) won’t eat today’s homeless meatballs. (It’s the drugs - They taste too bitter from the meth and crack.)