He looks simply magnificent! The fur is beautifuly colored and you did a great job with his anatomy! I also like his " deal with it " look! A bio on him sounds like so much fun to read!

Thanks. I'll be writing it whenever I can find the time too :)

[Bio] [Kevi]
"Who the h'ell are you?" Kevi screams at you, before quickly regretting it, "Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting you until later... uhm... please, sit down, I know why you're here." you sit in a comfortable-looking chair, your body sinking into the leather seat cushion. "Well, were should I start...? ...Ah! Ok, I'll start on the day-" he cut himself off, "...I- I'm sorry, it's just...just, I- I'll get on with it, sorry..." He was suddenly tearing up, "Ok... That morning, John and I had waken up to our mother, staring at our faces as she turned to open the blinds, bombarding our facese with blinding white sunlight. I covered my eyes as a reflex, and quickly dived back under my covers of my bed. John was yelling at her by this point-- he always... yells. Mom ignored him and went back downstairs into the kitchen. John and I both scrambled out of our beds, ripped off our pajamas, and clawed on our casual clothes. ...Or whatever we put on in the morning, Dad usually tells us to change. I put on a nice-enough looking plain red shirt... and John picked out a... uhm... the same white hoodie-jacket he always wears. We raced down the stairs, not even bothering to wait for the cat to move out of the way. I'm pretty sure Johnathan tripped over the thing, because halfway through the stairway, we both tumbled down. We didn't care. Because today was the day that we would be looking for a job. Yeah, we were both not old enough to be in any actual full-day job, but our family still needed the money. I scarfed down my breakfast-- two small pancakes and a slice of what I think was sausage-- and raced out the door. Mom told me to slow down, but I could barely hear her. [To be continued.]

This story is going amazingly well!