Personally I don’t care either way, as I will continue to eat the way that nature and evolution designed me to. For example: I’ve just been out for a lamb shank. (No, it’s not Cockney rhyming slang.)
Even now after that delicious repast, I can hear the terrified bleats as the prey went to slaughter; a bit like an antelope might well feel when being run to ground by a cheetah. A nice accompaniment, eh?
Oh, and one more thing – being a carnivore does not a failed gardener make or whatever, to anticipate some smart-aleck lettuce-muncher. Now, that should put the cat amongst the pigeons very nicely.