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 19, 2018

#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 825


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-Twenty-Five:
My hominid-servant has adapted to the new tactics the juvenile felid is using in his apparent campaign to drive her more insane than she already was. Today, instead of turning away from her drying machine as she normally does once she sets it out on the horizontal surface near the smaller of the water basins in the bathing room, she only pretended to divert her attention. When the small annoyance crept up, as his now his habit, and attempted to pull the appliance from its perch, she quickly turned back and caught him full in the face with a stream from her H2O squirting device.

Taken completely by surprise by this new stratagem, the tiny irritant let out a squeal of astonishment and then speedily retreated to underneath my hominid-servant's sleeping platform, in order to lick his wounds, or at least the H2O from his face, and recover from such an underhanded ploy. To be honest, I sympathize with my young companion, in this instance. Though he has been rather obnoxious in his recent dealings with my hominid-servant, it seemed to be done more out of a sense of self-preservation than real malice.

Unfortunately for my youthful compatriot, though the hominids on this planet seem to lack true intelligence, they often make up for their deficiency with a startling capacity for adaptation and deviousness. In this case, I believe my hominid-servant is likely to emerge the victor, which probably means the adolescent felid will continue to be tormented by having his baubles stolen. Still, I will keep monitoring the situation in the hope that the minute irritation is able to devise an effective countermeasure to my hominid-servant's riposte.



Tricksy hominids! ;-) 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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