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, September 5, 2018

#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 819


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 Eight-Hundred-Nineteen:
Today, the juvenile felid took exception to the apparatus my hominid-servant uses to dry her fur once she has completed her grooming ritual. It is a rather noisy appliance, so I have made it a policy to vacate the bathing room whenever she removes it from its storage location and places it on the horizontal surface that surrounds the smaller of the water basins in the bathing room. Which I have come to know is a signal that she intends to turn the machine on within a short period of time.

But it came to my attention that my young companion has decided on a different strategy when a loud crashing sound issued forth from the bathing room, quickly followed by a barrage of verbal abuse targeted at the small annoyance. When I went to investigate, I found that the tiny irritant had pulled the dryer from the horizontal platform by the cord that attached to the base of the machine and caused it to hit the floor. Which, unfortunately, resulted in several pieces of the device coming off of it and scattering around the room. Which, in turn, resulted in the negative reaction from my hominid-servant.

For her part, my hominid-servant quickly gathered the parts of her machine and reassembled them. She kept up a continuous stream of castigation towards the small aggravation as she worked, but he did not seem to be concerned about her ire towards him. On the contrary, he appeared to be enjoying himself as he watched her scurry about to retrieve the components of her contraption and put them back together.

In fact, the expression on the minuscule nuisance's face was so diabolical I cannot help but wonder if there is more to his actions than a simple desire for quiet. I will continue to monitor this situation and report back on any further developments.


Diabolical felids, oh my! ;-) 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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