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, June 10, 2020

#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 1140


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 Eleven-Hundred-Forty:
Yesterday, my hominid-servant finally reached the portion of her cleaning ritual where she had to confront the juvenile felid’s stash of baubles. At first, it seemed that her interference with the cache would go unchallenged, as my young compatriot absented himself from the vicinity at the first sign of her approach. However, once she began collecting his treasures, he reappeared and complained vociferously throughout the process.

Unfortunately for the little idiot, my hominid-servant disregarded his protests and continued with the relocation of the baubles. Once she had collected them all, she scattered them across the floor of the common room of my domicile. This is an area she had already completed her ritual in, so I assume she regarded it as a convenient temporary storage place.

Whatever her reasoning, my hominid-servant moved all the baubles from beneath her sleeping platform to the other room and returned to her cleaning ritual. A fact that caused my youthful companion no small amount of distress, as he was able to recollect the baubles from the haphazard distribution my hominid-servant left them in, but he was unable to resequester them in his preferred place of concealment. However, I hear my hominid-servant refilling the bowls in which she serves my food, so I will describe at a later time the lengths the diminutive nuisance went to in his effort to accelerate the pace of my hominid-servant’s cleaning ritual.


Oh, my! A clash with the small furry people. ;-) 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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