And wearing a mini-kilt. The ladies must love him...

He settles on kilts because getting trousers tailored for his legs gets expensive. He'll opt for a greatkilt (with the over-the-shoulder "sash") when practical, just to counter those calling it a skirt. But he never wears them "commando".

Oh, I know. I've read as many of the stories as I've been able to find. Just that this particular kilt is unusually short...

Looks great and shows off his pelt well.
Brings to mind a Tull song
Law of the Bungle
Jethro Tull

The tiger flashes sharpened teeth.
Bowler-hatted; summer briefs beneath his pinstriped skin.
To kill demands a business sense;
Economy moves non-residence approaching from down-wind.
Being a tiger means you laugh
Whenever lesser tigers have to eat meat that's infected.
Being a tiger means your mate
When overfed will defecate in places least expected.

Knowing a tiger means you must
Accept his promise of mutual trust
And offer him your throat.

Loving a tiger means you take second place to the cake you bake

And with undying servile obedience keep the stiffly starched collar of his conference shirt spotless and remove daily the daubed bloody evidence of his dastardly misdeeds from the otherwise immaculate elegance of his pinstripe tiger coat.
Period.