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, March 4, 2020

#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 1092


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 One-Thousand-Ninety-Two:
My hominid-servant's propensity for having packages delivered to my domicile has prompted me to add a new rule. Package delivery must be pre-approved by me and relegated to specific times to be scheduled so as to minimize disruptions to my research. I have found it necessary to add this rule due to the fact that neither the canid nor the juvenile felid seem capable of accepting these deliveries with even a modicum of tranquility or decorum.

Every time a delivery is made, the canid vocalizes at excessive decibel levels for an extended period of time, though the lack of danger surrounding these situations is self-evident. And my youthful companion displays exaggerated symptoms of paranoia, dashing from one part of my domicile to another until he finally retreats beneath my hominid-servant’s sleeping platform, where he glares balefully and hisses at anyone who dares approach. All of which ruckus, of course, makes it impossible for me to concentrate or work.

Naturally, when I attempted to discuss this matter with my hominid-servant, she simply patted me on the head and called me a “silly kitty," though to be fair I'm uncertain if that was in response to my words or my own exasperated vocalizations, since I do not believe that my hominid-servant has yet learned to comprehend civilized speech. It hardly matters, however, because regardless of where the breakdown in communication occurred, she has taken no actions to comply with my dictate. At this point, I’m not sure if I’m more disgusted with the obtuseness of the bipedal or the other quadrupedal residents of my domicile.


Irrationality abounds! ;-) 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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