Mistral Dawn's Musings: #Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 775

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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, July 4, 2018

#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 775

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 Seven-Hundred-Seventy-Five:

The hominids who reside in the area around my domicile have been setting off explosives in the hours just after the local star dips below the horizon, for the past several planetary rotations. I am not certain what they seek to gain by this activity, as it does not appear that there are any threats that they are defending themselves against. Nor have I noticed any appreciable changes in the landscape, so I do not believe they are preparing to build anything.

The only effects these explosives have had, as far as I am able to discern, is to completely destroy any chances I might have of advancing my studies and to drive the adolescent felid and the canid into periodic episodes of panic. My two furred companions have been so discomfited by the sounds of these explosions that they have both entered a molting stage, which has caused my hominid-servant to become obsessive in her attempts to capture all the loose fur and confine it to the waste receptacles. Her frenzied use of her suction cleaning device, and the excessively loud noise it makes, has only exacerbated the state of terror that the small annoyance and the canid are maintaining.

At this point, it seems as though every living creature I come in contact with is twitching or flailing about randomly, either out of fear or an unhealthy determination to maintain an arbitrary state of cleanliness. Once again, I find myself despairing of ever finding true intelligence on this planet.

Oh, my! Flailing and twitching! ;-) 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!