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, November 8, 2017

#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 630


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 Six-Hundred-Thirty:
I despair of ever comprehending the hominid mind! Today, the supply of food in my bowl was almost completely depleted. I had resorted eating the few remaining crumbs to stave of starvation, when the juvenile felid approached my hominid-servant and jumped into her lap. I, of course, was still not speaking to her at this point.

The small pest flopped over onto his back and waved his paws in the air. When my hominid-servant cooed at him, like an idiot, he deployed the P.U.R.R. to maximum effect, utterly sublimating her will to his own. Once she was in his thrall, he led her to the food bowl and alternated staring at it and her.

To my complete astonishment, my hominid-servant knelt down and stroked the tiny irritant and asked him if he were a "hungry kitty!" And then, against all reason, she finally filled the bowl to the brim! I didn't know whether to be grateful or furious.

Immediately, the young annoyance set about emptying the bowl with impressive alacrity. Almost before I knew it, he had once again emptied half the contents of the bowl. Naturally, he followed this by staggering away and collapsing into unconsciousness in order to digest such a feast.

The whole affair made me realize that the two of them have probably been engaging in this ritual for some time. Where I had thought my hominid-servant had ceased to maintain proper vigilance over my food bowl, it seems instead that she has been filling it faithfully and it is only the gluttony of the under-sized beast that has made it seem as though the bowl was never filled.

At this point, I can't help but wonder if the juvenile felid has been conspiring with my hominid-servant to drive me to desperation, though I can't think what the purpose of such subterfuge would be. I will remain vigilant and report back with any further evidence I manage to find for such a plot.


Oh, no! They're trying to drive him crazy! ;-) 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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