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, June 7, 2017

#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 563

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-Sixty-Three:
The invading hominids have, thankfully, departed. My hominid-servant has returned my domicile to its proper state and peace reigns once again. That is, except for the antics of the infant felid.

The tiny beast apparently found yesterday's disturbance to be terribly exciting. While they were here, he endeavored to entertain the wild hominids with feats of acrobatics and supplicating poses. They rewarded him for such self-abasement by treating him to edible delicacies. They also imposed on his person with uninvited caresses and demeaned him with overly simplified language spoken in condescending tones. But, from his reaction, it is clear he did not find this to be too high a price for the treats he received.

I'm afraid I cannot agree with my young associate. Hominids cannot be allowed to believe themselves to be superior; it leads them to take outrageous liberties and to forget that their purpose is to attend to our every need and desire. Still, it has been enlightening to see how much the felids of this world have in common with the canids.

Naturally, my hominid-servant's canid companion gloried in the opportunity to grovel before so many hominids. And he was likewise rewarded for humiliating himself in such a way. I suppose it is to be expected that a species as incompetent as the hominids of this world are would gravitate towards those who are willing to make them feel better about themselves.

Still, I cannot help but think my hominid-servant respects me more for my refusal to partake in such behavior, even for the promise of rewards in the form of exotic consumables. She certainly has gone to some length today to reassure me of her devotion to myself and my work. As if I had ever held any doubts as to the extent of her admiration for and adoration of my wonderful self.

Ah... All is right with the world again. ;-) 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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