Zola cat was adopted to my household as a 9-yr-old. The first picture I saw of her, before adoption, I said "This looks like a cat with attitude" -- which was true. She had a distinct personality and let you know so, but also she was very much a lap cat, and a bed cat when it was chilly. She was big -- her former family told me the vet said her weight was ok for her size--she was kind of like a sumo wrestler, big shoulders and narrow hips. Her markings were just remarkable -- everyone remarked! One of my favorite pasttimes was to sculpt the tan stripe on her forehead into zigzags and other shapes--she loved having her head scratched, so this activity was more than tolerated; she was a purr cat. As for her markings, we never could agree on what to call her "type" -- I think tortie with white, others said calico, ... she was what she was, Zola mcFola. [Her name was Zola, she was a ...]. She would curl up in my lap in the morning coffee/paper time, and/but if I got up, she would snatch the warmed-up spot I'd been in, so I learned to turn pillows down onto the spot if I planned to come back; I still think to do that, it's only a couple weeks she's been gone. I remember the phrase from a Simon & Garfunkle song, "Old Friends" -- "I still sleep on the half of the bed"