This was a request for Meowdar/Tetsuro for the cold hands prompt.
Humans had so many strange inventions Tetsuro spent a portion of each day explaining one or another to me. Many didn't make sense. What was the difference between a pet and an adopted family member? Who thought up this system with money? Why wear shorts under pants?
Gloves were different, possibly the best invention humans created. My home planet never reached temperatures low enough to make me shiver, but I never felt completely warm on my new home. Even huddled against Tetsuro, my ears suffered against the ice tingeing the air. Sleeping without boots on invited numb toes by morning. Gloves were the only thing keeping my fingers from stiff, aching joints at all times. They ensured I could fire a gun in a surprise attack.
Tetsuro appeared better adjusted for the cold. He didn't complain when I buried my chilled nose against his neck, and he only shivered on the coldest of nights. While I refused to go out in the snow, it didn't bother him in the least, even when it swallowed his feet.
"I think it was colder on Earth," he said when I asked. "Definitely colder on Pluto." A shudder tore through him like some unpleasant memory.
I didn't know of a Pluto, but he visited for more planets than me. I took his word for it.
At night we shared a ratty, worn blanket. Patches were rough and scratchy from overuse, but it was better than nothing. It helped to share body heat. With winter in full swing, the snow reached my waist. It was bitterly cold, freezing every joint stiff. The air tasted so thin even breathing took effort. My lungs ached with each icy intake of oxygen. Despite my exhaustion, the cold kept me awake.
I scooted down to hide completely under the blanket and pressed my face into Tetsuro's chest. He made his shirt just as warm as the red coloring promised to be. "What are you doing?" he slurred. Even the smallest of movements woke him, but he fell back asleep just as easily.
"It is cold," I said. "You are warm."
"Am I?" he asked with honest curiosity. "That's good." His hand slipped up to brush through my hair. The soft circles of his fingers were sluggish from the tug of sleep. Nuzzling my face into his chest, I let my chest vibrate, lovingly rumbling for him.
He breathed a laugh. "You didn't tell me you could purr."
"Is that what you call it? I didn't think humans could."
"We can't, but…never mind." He twirled strands of hair around his fingers. Somehow, his touch wasn't cold against my scalp. I wondered if my hands were not as outwardly cold as they felt and pried my gloves off of my near-petrified hands.
"I need new gloves," I said. My nails were about to wear out the fingertips of the leather. "You should get some warm ones for me." If his hands were any indication, he was warm, so I slipped my hands up beneath his shirt front.
"Why can't you get your own gloves? Besides, I don't know if you could use anything but leather. Your claws tear through-." As my fingers touched his stomach, he squeaked like he'd been attacked without warning.
"You are ice!" he hissed.
"You are warm," I said again, pressing my palms to his skin. He stiffened as though my touch froze him.
"We need to get you some warm gloves," he sighed. "My stomach was not made for this kind of abuse."
I did the "purr" for him again, nudging my head up under his chin. "I will adjust then," I said. I slipped one hand under him, one hand over and pulled him close, with the heat of his back now warming my fingers. "Better?"
"Good enough." He patted the back of my head and yawned. "Get to sleep."
"Alright." With him as a heater, I could manage it.