Bonus!
There are eight Christmas themed pictures that go along with this!

Holiday Heist (4 Parts)
Cover Album (2 Parts)
Wrap Party (2 Parts)

Story time!

“Listen cat, I’m feeling generous tonight… I recently lost one of my subordinates and could use another set of hands… Prove to me you’ve got what it takes and you’re in… Fail, and it’s off to the bidding house with you!”
Claudia nodded, saying nothing as the stallion approached. Elegant hands patted her down and turned out her pockets. Her boots came untied and both pants legs were lifted. Her belt and bags were cast aside and she gasped as her jacket’s zipper was torn down and her fly was yanked open!
Satisfied that she had nothing left to hide, he gave her a final pat and backed off.
“Now don’t make me regret my kindness… Don’t move, not even a whisker!”
What choice was there? This is what she’d sought him out for in the first place. She’d made herself proud by resisting the instinct to hiss or claw at him so far and said nothing as he clicked on a pair of handcuffs and still nothing as he ran a length of chin around them. He threaded the ends over the back of the fence she stood beside and then began wrapping it around, crossing it over her chest and then round her legs, looping her waist twice and then down to her ankles. He clicked on a pad lock and rose to his feet.
“There, now. Get out of that, if you can, and I’ll be back in an hour… If you’re free, I’ve got work for you… If not, well, you know!”
She did indeed, and it was simply not an option!
No sooner had the stallion left than Claudia got to work. Turning and twisting, deliberately working the chain this way and that, she soon managed to work the coils down her legs. Her open pants had slid down as well, but this was no time for modesty!
The next thing she’d have to do was get her boots off. Her hands were useless to her, but she was quite the talented thief! She had enough room to wiggle around a bit, and though her ankles were still looped in the chain links, she found she had slack enough to work her paws out of her untied footwear.
Now that she had her paws in play, she stretched out and caught hold of her discarded tool bag. She carefully stood back up and reached into the pouch, rooting around until she managed to grasp her lock picks between her toes and lift them out.
Now came the tricky part… She sat back down and tried to drop the picks into her mouth by raising her paws above her head and letting go. When this failed for the third time, she changed tactics. She stood again and wedged the padlock between her left foot and the fence, then tried desperately to get the picks into the lock. She had no hope of ever working the tumbler with her toes; she was good, but not that good. Instead, when she finally did manage to make the picks stay, she relented and sat back down again.
“Right oh! Now, just gotta lift me legs up; suck in the ol’ tum…” She coached herself. “If I can reach the lock to me hands…”
She gripped the padlock between her paws, holding it with her toes, and breathed out. She stretched her legs up as high as she could, bending herself in half and thanking herself for never skipping on the morning yoga routine. The extra little bit the lock stuck up was all it took for her hands to reach the picks!
She worked fast, but had to stop. She could only hold her breath for so long! Again she tried, and again, but she simply couldn’t hold her legs up long enough to finish, and each time she had to let go, the lock slipped back into its neutral position and she had to start again! Time was running out!
“I… I can’t do this! I can’t focus on me fingers while me belly’s cramped tight!” She rocked side to side, working her tail out from under herself. “Me poor tail’s all squished right up me bum! I’ve got me trousers round me ankles and not a thing save these open nylons keeping me paws warm! I’m sitting in me undies, cold through to the bone and this right-round-the-bend glue-pot thinks someone like me can manage to work a pair of picks through five tumblers in as long as but a single breath takes!”
By now she’d worked herself into a frenzy and had done little to improve her situation…
“Ouch!” She cried, her wrist twisting in the metal bracelet’s grip. “Confounded piece of mangled slag!” A stream of obscenities spilled from her mouth as she thrashed about! “How am I supposed to do anything with these stupid cuffs yanking me around?”
She got to her feet and bit herself in the hand! “Maybe I can gnaw me hands off!” This immediately struck her as a bad idea and she rubbed at where her teeth had nipped. She soothed the spot and then stopped dead, realizing what she was doing…
“Aw, I’m so stupid!”
She sat back down and gripped the lock again. She was grateful that her tantrum hadn’t knocked the picks out. With one last go, Claudia brought the lock up to her hands and took the picks out of the lock!
“Right, got it…”
She stood up and soon had the cuffs off. The padlock followed, now that she could easily reach it with both hands free. She pulled up her pants and stepped back into her boots, stooping to tie them just as the stallion returned…
“Bravo!” He clapped quietly. “I had serious doubts you’d be able to figure it out. I thought for sure you were going to give up, but you did it!”
“Yeah, but I wouldn’t have been able to get me picks if me boots weren’t untied, and I sure could never bend in half if me trousers were in the way… In a real bind, I don’t think my captors will give me such luxury…”
“On the contrary,” he chuckled, “They might help you out of even more!”