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, September 11, 2019

#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 1005


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-Five:
The juvenile felid appears to have altered his strategy in his campaign to assert his dominance among the residents of my domicile. Specifically, he now seems to have made the canid the focus of his attacks. The poor, dumb creature is nearly always agreeable, so it is amusing to observe how the little idiot attempts to provoke it so that a contest for dominance may ensue. Thus far, other than utter bafflement, the only response my foolish compatriot has been able to elicit from the canid is for it to pin him down and wash him with its tongue.

Since the canid is by far the most physically imposing resident of my domicile, I’m uncertain how the tiny nuisance imagined he would emerge the victor from any physical confrontations with it. Fortunately for the small menace, the canid is perfectly willing to share its food and sleeping area, and so does not react when he usurps these from it. I have long since taught the canid that such generosity will not be reciprocated, and despite its limited intellect it can learn to respect boundaries, so my protégé has been denied any opportunity that might arise from canid encroachment upon our food bowl.

To be perfectly honest, the canid does not seem to comprehend the dominance hierarchy beyond the slavish form of submission it displays towards my hominid-servant. Thus, the canid can generally be counted upon to regard all interactions as gestures of friendship and to respond accordingly, with goodwill and a cooperative spirit. I look forward to discovering how my misguided companion intends to pursue a conflict where the other party is not even aware that he wishes to fight.


Ha! The poor little frustrated felid! ;-) 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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