Commissioned from  Sutkiechan
Don't let her UK prices scare you, they are low and she does exceptional work.
For once colouring, not by me, it was included in the price, same with background, that's damn low.

Tom and Rags though, totally mine.
It's a fun characteristic, Rags is such a skinny little kitty thing that even when her little tufts of winter coat come in... there is nothing on her that stores heat and so she hates it with a passion. Giving up her slinky flexibility and skimpy outfits, instead slipping in about five layers and even then she shivers and tries to grab at her boys poncho.

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His feet were soggy, the bottoms of his trousers clinging at the wet fur but the Poochyena was absolutely delighted. Snowfall was considered somewhat rare on the island, it had a rather moderate climate, so past years there'd only be a few days of white powder coating the land. In this case though it had just kept falling and settling for the past week leaving a pristine wonderland when you got out of the city. So it was here that Tom had decided to pad around, in the Flanto park, bizarre name but it was the surname of the landscaper who gave the city his vision of what a park should be. Large, much of it forested and very wild. Good stomping ground for a morphee.

Skfing and sidling behind Tom, tugging on his overfluffed tail was his adorable mute partner, the Glameow mime Rags, or as he'd been calling her lately at their more precious moments, Ragamuffin. She, had not been as excited about walking out around in the snow but had decided on needing the exercise after hopping up onto the well-used scales of the girls apartment and could only stare at the remains of several scrawled out numbers... a little regret in her slim chest at Tom having shown Krii how to repair the scales when the Absol swore blind that they were completely off-kilter because there was no way in hell she weighed that much.

So after much preperations Rags had joined her boy for a long freezing cold walk, her ears hanging lower than typical as the Glameow through on how she'd been perhaps a little too greedy with the hot chocolate and marshmallows... then there was all that heavy hearty stew she kept bugging Tom to make, Scots and Northern Irish knew the best way to dump veggies into boiling water and cook for endlessly frustrating hours. But Tom did it better than Argyle, maybe it was just because he was her boy, she had to be biased even subconciously.

"Go a little easy luv it is attached after all.", quiet chuckle from the Scottsmutt as he glanced back to the shivering and ever-silent feline. She'd made him drag her by his tail out of the apartment, through the streets until she finally started to walk on her own. Was such a change to hear medium weight boot clumphs and crunches on the snow when often she'd barely make a noise when prancing about with her dextrous little kitty feet.

The cold and winter never bothered Tom, he was born in the Highlands... the summers were rougher than this in his mind, certainly the wind. Right now it was just a tiny little breeze that made sure to knock as many little flecks of snow from the branches and into his two-tone hair, seeping through and only finding thick winter-coat along his cheeks and fore-head. He was never a tidy looking bloke, wasn't his thing but when the cold came he just looked all the scuffier and dishevelled as his winter-coat grew in thick and uneven, Rags had such fun playing about with the puffy fur sticking out around his muzzle, even woke up one morning to find she'd tried so hard to braid it.

His winter outfit was pretty much just his normal but the poncho went on more often, it did keep a lot of heat in but he slipped it on mostly because he wore white t-shirts a lot and they didn't do moisture well. Some spare t-shirts also being brought into his ensemble but not layered, nono. Around each of his fore-arms he'd wrapped and coiled a t-shirt then tied it to the sleeve of the one he wore, a perfect way to bundle up without wasting a penny in his mind.

Rags, as it was hinted at was a bit more in-depth. Tom snickering quietly as he glanced back to see that little grey puff-ball of her tail-tip sticking out of the lasses scarf. To start off the silly little Glameow of course fitted on thicker underwear than typical, but also coiled and snaked her own tail around her body so that she could avoid having it sticking out or having clothing with a hole made for it that would let in a draft. Then the adorable black and white striped long-johns, she'd even stitched it up to include soles for her feet. He'd caught her pilfering some of his clothing for her next step, slipping on a few of those t-shirts which looked so ridiculously airy and baggy upon her skinny little dancer frame. Following that up with a big thick wooly jumper and a few layered sets of sleeves and stockings. Next came the thick trousers and duffle-coat, with all those fluffy trims and even had mittens attached to each sleeve. Polished off with her big clod-hopping boots, having to be extra large to fit in her well padded feet and then the pair of scarves, one round the neck and the other an extra large version wrapped around her ears.

Certainly had prolonged her dread of stepping out into the snow once more, but she was feeling pudgey after seeing those scales, a little of Kriis weight paranoia seeping in on thinking how her miniscule little paunch would show up so easily in her tiny outfits... she didn't mind the extra cms on her bust but after Krii had reminded her so much as the panicing Absol would stretch and jog, it was one of the first places to be cruelly hit by weight loss. Bit of a shame, she liked having a little bit of bounce, oh well, still had the best legs.

Bit of heat started to drift through her muscles though, actual exertion bringing its reward of thermal build-up and very gradually the little Glameow fingered and pulled her way along Toms thick furred tail before finally catching her boys large hand in her own tiny little grip. Wasn't much of a smile on her face considering he could walk for hours, but she at least felt a little better now about being out with him. Large yellow eyes gazing up to the drifting dots of frozen water that made everything just look so very pretty and finally giving a silent giggle on seeing how much of a coating Tom had gained upon his head. Reaching up on her tip-toes and sweeping it all away before stepping in closer and tighter.

Finally she couldn't resist much longer, head dipping down, little playful hands working at the heavy brown cloth of his travelling poncho and then some excited wriggling as she popped her head out of the large neck-hole in the garment, looking at the back of her doggies head. Another bit of amusement and then fully expecting the next action Toms arms came back, catching onto her soft and well contained thighs, slipping into the nooks of her knees and giving that little pester-ball of a lover a piggy-back ride through the park. "I'm not doing this all the way mind."