Well that pretty much sums Isla up....

Isla seemed to be feeling the cold (sitting by the radiator and that sort of thing), so dragged a cat bed out of the loft. Put a bit of catnip on it to entice her. Keels over on the floor beside it. 7 years to the day since she came home with us, and she much prefers sitting on humans, or their cushions, to anything cat-specific.

Wrote this on the FB page of the rescue centre where we got her:

Seven years to the day we picked up this wee bundle of trouble from you. Isla (then Angel) was 5 when we fell for her single ginger paw and diminutive stature. Her friendliness in the pen translated perfectly to home, where she's very much a people cat, greeting anyone who comes in the front door.

She loves being beside her humans, and has very particular preferences for who she sits on, how she sits on them, and when (first thing in the morning she leans on my wife in bed; later in the morning it's on my lap as I try to drink my coffee; early evening it's back onto my lap; then late night she tucks in behind my wife's legs on the sofa). All the while with the loudest purr you could imagine.

She's a typical Tortie though, full of attitude. Loves having her head stroked, but as soon as you work down her back the play/fight instinct kicks in. She'll sit up on her back legs and bat at your hand, before jumping away and haring off under the dining room table. She'll then come back and coyly roll over to expose her belly and meow at us. Which we all know is a ruse.
As she's got older she has got more vocal, just proving she has us trained well, but hasn't lost any of her love of playing, nor the feisty side that sees her chasing foxes out of the garden. That said, in turn she's then terrified of our three chickens. A slightly odd circle of life.

Here's to a good few more years of mischief.