Who Is Mistral Dawn?

Mistral Dawn is a thirty-something gal who has lived on both coasts of the US but somehow never in the middle. She currently resides in the Southeast US with her kitty cats (please spay or neuter! :-)) where she works as a hospital drudge and attends graduate school. Taken By The Huntsman is her first effort at writing fiction and if it is well received she has ideas for several more novels and short-stories in this series. Please feel free to visit her on FaceBook or drop her a line at mistralkdawn@gmail.com

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 511

Hey Everyone! :-)

Agent Thoth discusses more of the trials and tribulations associated with living with hominids. Incidentally, if you've missed Agent Thoth's earlier entries, you can find them here: Thoth's Journal

Department for the Preservation and Confirmation of Intelligent Life (DPCIL)
Agent Thoth's Personal Log

Day Five-Hundred-Eleven:
It has come to my attention that I am not the only one the infant felid deprives of needed rest. He also disrupts the sleep of my hominid-servant. What's more, he seems determined to injure her, which concerns me greatly. If she is injured, who will care for my needs and maintain my domicile?

My hominid-servant maintains the fur that grows out of the top of her head in a state of exaggerated length. When she stands on her two hind feet, as is common for hominids, this fur dangles along the posterior surface of her body nearly to her coccyx. I have often wondered if this grooming choice is her attempt to compensate for her lack of a proper tail.

Regardless of her reasons, these long strands present a pouncing temptation as they sway and dance behind her as she moves. However, her extreme height is an effective deterrent for such activities, as she tends to react with hostility if claws are used to scale her lower body and bring the dangling fur within reach. The strategy adopted by the infant felid effectively neutralizes this obstacle, but I am not sure the result is worth it.

When she sleeps, my hominid-servant's elongated fur often hangs over the side of her sleeping platform. This places the strands well within reach, which makes for convenient pouncing. In the past, I did consider taking advantage of this opportunity. However, the noises that my hominid-servant makes when her rest is disturbed deterred me.

The tiny felid, however, does not seem to share my distaste for hominid howling, and he pursues the dangling fur with enthusiasm. On several occasions, he has pounced with such abandon, that I feared he might fracture the cervical vertebrae in my hominid-servant's spine. This would, of course, severely limit her mobility and adversely affect her ability to care for my needs. What's worse, given the primitive nature of this planet's medical science, the damage to my hominid-servant might prove to be permanent in nature.

Thus far, the worst damage the small beast seems to have been able to inflict has been some minor trauma to the musculature that supports my hominid-servant's head. This has resulted in her being more irritable than usual, but she has still been competent to fulfill her primary function. However, as the creature grows, I fear that his increasing weight will escalate the chances of my hominid-servant sustaining serious injury. I will attempt to reason with the diminutive pest and explain the advantages of having a servant who retains full functionality.

My, oh, my. That infant felid sure cause a lot of mischief, doesn't he? ;-) You may have noticed that Agent Thoth has a new look. I hope you like his new picture as much as I do, but I'd love to hear your thoughts, either way. Feel free to let me know what you think in the comments. ;-) Happy reading, everyone!

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