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, May 29, 2019

#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 951


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 Nine-Hundred-Fifty-One:
The bandage was removed from my young companion’s eye, today. He and my hominid-servant have been battling over it since he returned to my domicile, to the point where she finally placed him in a contraption that made it impossible for him to reach any part of his head with his paws. Naturally, the small pest bore this indignity with poor grace, and spent an inordinate amount of time expounding to the world about his woes. At the highest decibel level he was capable of producing.

But now the point of contention has been removed, and I am pleased to say that my protégé retains his eye and it appears to be functional. Though, the flesh surrounding it still appears raw and swollen. I attempted to aid my youthful compatriot in healing by applying my tongue to the affected area in order to promote circulation and remove loose particles of tissue. But the little idiot hissed and swatted at me; a wholly inappropriate response to my gesture of friendship and goodwill.

I can only surmise that my ministrations, though correct and well meant, were painful to the diminutive nincompoop. The tiny twit has been equally resistant to my hominid-servant’s efforts to provide wound care, but her opposable thumbs and superior size give her an advantage, and thus far she has emerged victorious from those struggles. Hopefully, the wound will heal in spite of my foolish associate’s reluctance to accept help when it’s offered, and life can return to normal in my domicile.


Oh, my! A battle of wills! ;-) 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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