I have a 19 yr old fixed tomcat, Augie, that I adore. Black and white; tuxedo markings. He's slowing way down and sleeping beside me as I type. He let him do whatever he wants at this stage
He has a more interesting personality than either myself or DH. I got him as a teenaged kitten from a friend who "rescued" him from a tree on frat row at the University of Washington. "Rescued" because he was always an aerial cat and really knew how to handle himself in a tree - we figured he was fishing for new owners.
He was an indoor/outdoor cat, now he only very rarely goes outside. He was quite a hunter - we had to restrict his diet for most of his life - and so he hunted and ate baby birds and baby rabbits and rodents of all kinds. I was a bit surprised at this; toms are known as lovers not hunters. He's had a lot of adventures that, of course, he didn't tell us about. A vet felt a lump his side, X-rayed it and found a BB. We had no idea
So I guess I don't have a pampered pet.