APPROVED TO SNUGGLE

I for the most part am not allowed to touch k.p's legs with my feet due to a slightly rough heal. I use the word slightly because I have seen friends and family with way worse heels then me. I tell her she is being a "sissafied tweety bird" and to buck up because my feet are really nice compared to most the male twenty somethings as a whole. Maybe even... I dare say, a 7 or 7.5 (.5 if recently trimmed nails) out of 10. Ten being amazing like flop ear bunnie bottoms and one being a komodo dragon and asphalt. To make a short story shorter, a deal was struck. A pedicure for snuggle rights. we spit in our palms, shook on it and within minutes I was soaking my paws in warm water with some type of crystals sprinkled in to calm and sooth the situation. It wasnt that bad and k.p. seemed to enjoi it, oddly. So over all it was a win win. Softer feet and approved to snuggle.