Awws he's a little little kitty! Reminds me of one we lost not so long ago, she had a similar colour patterning and a trick of if you picked her up she'd tug her way up onto your shoulders where she'd either laze or, more normally, spend ages trying to headbutt your ear for attention whilst purring and dribbling (because she was that happy).
We also had some wicker chairs, the footstool (which was all wicker and no cushion) was always a favoured haunt for the cats. Not only could they lay atop it - but they could claw the sides and and and best thing you could get underneath it and hide up inside it!