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, November 14, 2018

#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 863


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-Sixty-Three:
Once again, my hominid-servant has allowed my domicile to be invaded by strange hominids! This time, three of the clumsy creatures stepped on my precious tail before I was able to make my escape to beneath my hominid-servant's sleeping platform. Even then, one of the culprits pursued me, even going so far as to reach its arm out to try to drag me from my safe observation space!

Unfortunately for the presumptuous beast, I do not hold the same affection for it that I hold for my hominid-servant, nor do I trust it to have benign intentions the way I have learned to trust her. Therefore, I had no compunctions about deploying the C.L.A.W.S. and quickly carving the depth of my dissatisfaction into the brute's flesh. Naturally, this prompted excessively loud vocalizations accompanied by wild gesticulations, which only served to cement my determination to remain out of reach of any of the invading hominids.

My hominid-servant, partially restoring my faith in her, heard the commotion and scolded the insolent cretin for presuming to attempt to trespass upon my person without permission. The brainless fool continued its complaints, but my hominid-servant was able to steer it away from my sanctuary and back to the where the rest of the interlopers were gathered.

For his part, the juvenile felid seemed to agree with me, as he soon after joined me in my retreat. Fortunately, the unfamiliar hominids did not stay long, and we were both able to emerge from concealment. I attempted to express my dissatisfaction to my hominid-servant but, in her usual clueless fashion, she just patted my head and told me that I'm a "good kitty." The indignity of which continues to sting.


Will hominids ever learn to treat Thoth with the respect he deserves? ;-) 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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