Mog sits alone and miserable in the garden for a while. Eventually, she's chased out of the house by Mrs Thomas. Mog's forgetting of many other things is turning out to be a pain too: she forgets that eggs are supposed to be a treat and eats Nicky's breakfast she forgets she has a basket to sleep in and gets in the way of Mr Thomas watching TV. She tramples all over the window box and ruins Mr Thomas' flower display, she frightens Mrs Thomas and makes her drop the dinner she's halfway through cooking. She is forever leaping up at the window miaowing to be let in. Mog's forgetting of the cat-flap in particular, though, is turning out to be a pain. This is the beauty of Mog - she's just like a cat and at the same time she's just like a child. She wanted to go back into the house but she couldn't remember how. She ran around and around with a big fluffed up tail. You see Mog is a young cat - her mind isn't on remembering things, her mind is on what's happening there and then. It's her own special door but she never seems to remember it's there. But most of all Mog forgets her cat-flap. When Mog is washing, she often forgets that's what she's doing and gazes into the distance thinking of something else altogether, while one of her legs stays sticking in the air. When Mog is chasing the birds, she forgets she can't fly and spends a lot of time falling out of trees. Mog's not that bright though - she's Mog the forgetful cat after all. She's got a funny, bemused little face and a tail that puffs up when she's excited. I like to think Mog has eaten so many eggs that she's starting to look like one - her head, with its little ears, bright eyes, and snubby, bright pink cat nose, is a perfect egg shape. Mog particularly likes eggs for breakfast - they are her favourite things of all. Mog likes eating, sleeping in her favourite places, playing, chasing the birds and all those other feline pastimes. She lives with the Thomas family Mr, Mrs, Nicky and Debbie. Mog is a tabby cat with a white bib at the front and four white paws. Mog is the cat with whom every child can identify. The text is perfect accurate, rhythmic, humorous. I started writing this book about the death of Mog about two years ago, and, even though the cat hadn't died, he died soon after.Summary: Mog the Forgetful Cat is one of those picture books you need to buy, not borrow. She added that she wrote about Mog's death while her own cat was still alive: "It's all very weird. Michael Morpurgo, who was speaking with Kerr at the 2013 Hay Festival, recalled: "The Duke of Edinburgh said to you, 'why did you kill off Mog?'"Īt the time of Goodbye Mog's publication, Kerr told The Guardian: "I'm coming up to 80, and you begin to think about those who are going to be left – the children, the grandchildren. Like millions of other heartbroken readers, the Duke of Edinburgh was grief-stricken when Kerr decided to write about Mog's death after 32 years, and teach children about loss in the process. Prince Philip couldn't deal with Mog's death I never meant to do a whole lot of books about Mog but I thought I could do a book about that." She was frightened of heights and she was terrified of Christmas trees. "Our cat Wienitz was the strangest one: a very solid cat who was terribly fearful. Every cat is extraordinary – they all do different, very strange things. Kerr told The Telegraph in 2013: "Mog was a composite of many cats. While Mog's namesake inspired the character, Kerr's subsequent eight cats all helped to create the cat on the page.
I wished sometimes I'd made her a plain-coloured cat."īut the Mog in the picture books is based on all of Kerr's cats
Kerr admitted in 2002: "I've done enough Mog books – you know, drawing all those stripes became very tedious. Mog would have been easier to draw if she wasn't a tabby Matthew used to watch Mog twitching in her sleep and thought that in her dreams she was flying." "I never meant to draw but they kept doing ridiculous things. She almost never meowed, but made wonderfully expressive faces instead. "When Tom and I moved into our house, we acquired a rather eccentric cat called Mog. This cat was the inspiration for Mog, she told The Telegraph in 2011: "I always longed for a cat because as a refugee I couldn't have one. They arrived in London in 1936, and lived through the Blitz.Īs a result, she didn't have a pet as a child, but had a cat when her own children were growing up in the 1960s. Kerr was born in Germany but her Jewish family fled to Switzerland in 19333, on the day Hitler took power.
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