When I was growing up our two babes Sasha and Cinder had mates around the 'hood so to speak but they liked being home.
My sister's Fuddy, back in South Africa, became Top Cat in their complex. Fuddy took on two brothers called Spencer and Winston, two black and white youngsters, who Fuddy mothered. It was so funny.
And the after Fuddy passed to the bridge after they moved to the UK, a ginger and white boy of about 9 months appeared in their garden, and eventually became their cat after lots of searching for his owners/people. In honour to Fuddy, they called him Spencer (he's our Spenny boy), and he had a little mate from a few doors down and the two of them used to trawl the walls of the complex gardens, Spenny in front, the little one behind him. It was so cute to watch.
Now Spenny (in their new house) has a few mates, but there's a bruiser down the road who Spenny is afraid of, he's a bit of a bully, but Spenny has his mates.
My sisters Pippa, well she scares Pappillon's (another member here) cat Phoebe
and my Lexy prefers the safety of our living room window to watch the ginger tom from across the road