Alas, the time has come for new ventures to take flight…while it has been an enriching experience to intermingle the private and public spheres it feels right to temporarily halt pawwchapters. Creating this blog has been a healthy way to exert my internal turmoil throughout this semester, especially getting to share the most precious part of my life to my imagined audience; Luka. It feels bittersweet that time has moved so fast, and this entails a preliminary end to my accounts of mental and Luka’s healing presence. If I continue to blog, I aim to change up the content of my cyberspace in hopes of sharing more than just my strife as a student. It has been a pleasure to capture so many moments with Luka, as there was an idle period prior to my enrolment in PUB101 where I stopped recording his life. If anything, this course has propelled me to continue documenting the mischief of my furry friend. Thank you to those who have tuned in so far, and I hope the next time we touch base I will have a new and improved version of pleasantpawws.com of which entails multifaceted content.

This week I wanted to try something different by offering a more intimate peek at what it looks like living with Luka. Some people conclude that cats are boring, well I beg to differ.

Amidst a bustling week its easy to neglect chores, and let that pile of laundry fester days on end…fret not! I actually find an odd sense of peace when finding the time to clean out my quarters and take care of that never-ending hamper of laundry. Considering I am an extremely task oriented person, completing mealy household chores offer a sense of productivity and fulfillment that you wouldn’t expect it to.

After having spent a few hours running my loads through the washer and dryer, I take a moment to unwind…before I know it my ears are filled with an incessant scratching sound. To no surprise I find none other than mischievous little Luka himself moments away from stifling through my freshly folded laundry. It seems to be a common occurrence for Luka to explore places he is not supposed to. Halted by his determination to get inside my wardrobe, I was compelled to capture the moment before his little socks made the final leap to dismantle hours of my work.