I am Princess Azrael, let me tell you how am I pampered...where to begin....my humans bring me my food wherever I am. Well, when I'm not feeling well or am finicky, I get them to hold it for me so that I can eat more comfortably. They hold cups of water for me, too, sometimes (or let me drink out of their cups).
They usually give me a big birthday party (my birthday is June 17, 1983...I am sweet 16) and every year where they invite people to come over and wear party hats and adore me. (this year it was postponed, because I was so sick)
...speaking of which, THEY would say that they are pampering me by spending lots of money on me for vet bills and giving me treatments every day...I'm not sure that's pampering, but I do enjoy being the toast of the Vet School clinic whenever I'm there. I sleep in bed next to Crystal (usually with her arm around me and my head on her shoulder). Crystal has had to learn to type, write papers, grade homework, eat, do cross stich and watch tv with me on her lap.
Tony's pretty good at some of this as well. I perch on Crystal's shoulder when she reads in bed, so that I can read, too. It's really hard to think of any of this as pampering, though, because it's only treating me as I deserve.
A little advice to other kitties out there. Demand what you want (but do it so subtley and sweetly that your humans don't recognize it as a demand). Never accept any less than you deserve. Your only job is to be you -- just by being you, you are enriching your humans lives and they are happy to serve you in return.

Purrrrrs,

Azrael