MOG

the Forgetful Cat

MOG

the Forgetful Cat

written and

illustrated by

Judith Kerr

For our own Mog

For our own Mog

This edition first published in paperback in Great Britain by
HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2005

Text and illustrations © Kerr-Kneale Productions Ltd 1970

SOURCE EDITION ISBN-13: 978-0-00-717134-7

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This edition first published in paperback in Great Britain by
HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2005

Text and illustrations © Kerr-Kneale Productions Ltd 1970

SOURCE EDITION ISBN-13: 978-0-00-717134-7

EPub Edition © APRIL 2012 ISBN: 978-0-00-749140-7

Version: 2020-02-17

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Mr Thomas

Mr Thomas

Mrs Thomas

Mrs Thomas

Nicky

Nicky

Debbie

Debbie

Once there was a cat called Mog.

She lived with a family called Thomas.

Mog was nice but not very clever.

She didn’t understand a lot of things.

A lot of other things she forgot.

She was a very forgetful cat.

Once there was a cat called Mog.

She lived with a family called Thomas.

Mog was nice but not very clever.

She didn’t understand a lot of things.

A lot of other things she forgot.

She was a very forgetful cat.

Sometimes she ate her supper.

Then she forgot that she had

eaten it.

Sometimes she ate her supper.

Then she forgot that she had

eaten it.

Sometimes she thought of something

in the middle of washing her leg.

Then she forgot to wash the rest of it.

Sometimes she thought of something

in the middle of washing her leg.

Then she forgot to wash the rest of it.

Once she forgot

that cats can’t fly.

Once she forgot

that cats can’t fly.

But most of all she forgot her cat flap.

The cat flap led from the kitchen

into the garden.

Mog could go out…

But most of all she forgot her cat flap.

The cat flap led from the kitchen

into the garden.

Mog could go out…

…and in

again.

It was

her

own

little

door.

…and in

again.

It was

her

own

little

door.

The garden always made Mog very excited.

She smelled all the smells.

She chased the birds.

She climbed the trees.

She ran round and round

with a big fluffed-up tail.

And then she forgot the cat flap.

She forgot that she had a cat flap.

She wanted to go back into the house,

but she couldn’t remember how.

The garden always made Mog very excited.

She smelled all the smells.

She chased the birds.

She climbed the trees.

She ran round and round

with a big fluffed-up tail.

And then she forgot the cat flap.

She forgot that she had a cat flap.

She wanted to go back into the house,

but she couldn’t remember how.

In the end she sat outside the kitchen window

and meowed until someone let her in.

In the end she sat outside the kitchen window

and meowed until someone let her in.

Afterwards you could always tell
where she had sat.
This made Mr Thomas very sad.
He said, “Bother that cat!”
But Debbie said, “She’s nice!”

Afterwards you could always tell
where she had sat.
This made Mr Thomas very sad.
He said, “Bother that cat!”
But Debbie said, “She’s nice!”

Once Mog had a very bad day.

Even the start of the day was bad.

Mog was still asleep.

Then Nicky picked her up.

He hugged her

and said, “Nice kitty!”

Mog said nothing.

But she was not happy.

Once Mog had a very bad day.

Even the start of the day was bad.

Mog was still asleep.

Then Nicky picked her up.

He hugged her

and said, “Nice kitty!”

Mog said nothing.

But she was not happy.

Then it was breakfast time.

Mog forgot that cats have milk for breakfast.

She forgot that cats only have eggs as a treat.

Then it was breakfast time.

Mog forgot that cats have milk for breakfast.

She forgot that cats only have eggs as a treat.

She ate an egg for her breakfast.

Mrs Thomas said, “Bother that cat!”

Debbie said, “Nicky doesn’t like eggs anyway.”

She ate an egg for her breakfast.

Mrs Thomas said, “Bother that cat!”

Debbie said, “Nicky doesn’t like eggs anyway.”

Mog looked through her cat flap.

It was raining in the garden.

Mog thought, “Perhaps the sun is shining in the street.”

When the milkman came she ran out.

The milkman shut the door.

Mog looked through her cat flap.

It was raining in the garden.

Mog thought, “Perhaps the sun is shining in the street.”

When the milkman came she ran out.

The milkman shut the door.

The sun was not shining in the street after all.

It was raining.

A big dog came down the street.

Mog ran.

The dog ran too.

The sun was not shining in the street after all.

It was raining.

A big dog came down the street.

Mog ran.

The dog ran too.

Mog ran right round the house.

And the dog ran after her.

She climbed over the fence.

She ran through the garden

and jumped up outside the kitchen window.

She meowed a big meow,

very sudden and very loud.

Mog ran right round the house.

And the dog ran after her.

She climbed over the fence.

She ran through the garden

and jumped up outside the kitchen window.

She meowed a big meow,

very sudden and very loud.

Mrs Thomas said, “Bother that cat!”

Debbie said, “It wasn’t her fault.”

Mrs Thomas said, “Bother that cat!”

Debbie said, “It wasn’t her fault.”

Mog was very sleepy.

She found a nice warm, soft place

and went to sleep.

She had a lovely dream.

Mog dreamed that she had wings.

Mog was very sleepy.

She found a nice warm, soft place

and went to sleep.

She had a lovely dream.

Mog dreamed that she had wings.

She could fly everywhere.

She could fly faster than the birds,

even quite big birds…

Suddenly she woke up.

She could fly everywhere.

She could fly faster than the birds,

even quite big birds…

Suddenly she woke up.

Mrs Thomas said, “Bother that cat!”

Debbie said, “I think you look nicer without a hat.”

Mrs Thomas said, “Bother that cat!”

Debbie said, “I think you look nicer without a hat.”

Debbie gave Mog her supper

and Mog ate it all up.

Then Debbie and Nicky went to bed.

Debbie gave Mog her supper

and Mog ate it all up.

Then Debbie and Nicky went to bed.

Mog had a rest too,

but Mr Thomas wanted to see the fight.

Mr Thomas said, “Bother that cat!”

Mog had a rest too,

but Mr Thomas wanted to see the fight.

Mr Thomas said, “Bother that cat!”

Mog thought, “Nobody likes me.”

Then she thought, “Debbie likes me.”

Debbie’s door was open.

Mog thought, “Nobody likes me.”

Then she thought, “Debbie likes me.”

Debbie’s door was open.

Debbie’s bed was warm.

Debbie’s hair was soft, like kitten fur.

Mog forgot that Debbie was not a kitten.

Debbie’s bed was warm.

Debbie’s hair was soft, like kitten fur.

Mog forgot that Debbie was not a kitten.

Debbie had a dream.

It was a bad dream.

It was a dream about a tiger.

Debbie had a dream.

It was a bad dream.

It was a dream about a tiger.

The tiger wanted

to eat Debbie.

It was licking her hair.

The tiger wanted

to eat Debbie.

It was licking her hair.

Debbie shouted.

Mog jumped.

Mr and Mrs Thomas said,

“Bother, bother,

BOTHER that cat!”

Debbie said nothing.

She was still crying

because of the bad dream.

Debbie shouted.

Mog jumped.

Mr and Mrs Thomas said,

“Bother, bother,

BOTHER that cat!”

Debbie said nothing.

She was still crying

because of the bad dream.

Mog ran out of the room

and right through the house

and out of her cat flap.

She was very sad.

The garden was dark.

The house was dark too.

Mog sat in the dark

and thought dark thoughts.

She thought, “Nobody likes me.

They’ve all gone to bed.

There’s no one to let me in.

And they haven’t even given me my supper.”

Mog ran out of the room

and right through the house

and out of her cat flap.

She was very sad.

The garden was dark.

The house was dark too.

Mog sat in the dark

and thought dark thoughts.

She thought, “Nobody likes me.

They’ve all gone to bed.

There’s no one to let me in.

And they haven’t even given me my supper.”

Then she noticed something.

The house was not quite dark.

There was a little light moving about.

She looked through the window

and saw a man in the kitchen.

Mog thought, “Perhaps that man will let me in.

Perhaps he will give me my supper.”

Then she noticed something.

The house was not quite dark.

There was a little light moving about.

She looked through the window

and saw a man in the kitchen.

Mog thought, “Perhaps that man will let me in.

Perhaps he will give me my supper.”

She meowed her biggest meow,

very sudden and very, very loud.

The man was surprised.

He dropped his bag.

It made a big noise

and everyone in the house woke up.

She meowed her biggest meow,

very sudden and very, very loud.

The man was surprised.

He dropped his bag.

It made a big noise

and everyone in the house woke up.

Mr Thomas ran down to the kitchen

and shouted, “A burglar!”

The burglar said, “Bother that cat!”

Mrs Thomas telephoned the police.

Debbie let Mog in

and Nicky hugged her.

Mr Thomas ran down to the kitchen

and shouted, “A burglar!”

The burglar said, “Bother that cat!”

Mrs Thomas telephoned the police.

Debbie let Mog in

and Nicky hugged her.

A policeman came and they told him what had happened.

The policeman looked at Mog.

He said, “What a remarkable cat.

A policeman came and they told him what had happened.

The policeman looked at Mog.

He said, “What a remarkable cat.

I’ve seen watch-dogs, but never a watch-cat.

She will get a medal.”

Debbie said, “I think she’d rather have an egg.”

I’ve seen watch-dogs, but never a watch-cat.

She will get a medal.”

Debbie said, “I think she’d rather have an egg.”

Mog had a medal.

She also had an egg every day for breakfast.

Mr and Mrs Thomas told all their friends about her.

They said, “Mog is really remarkable.”

And they never – (or almost never) – said, “Bother that cat!”

Mog had a medal.

She also had an egg every day for breakfast.

Mr and Mrs Thomas told all their friends about her.

They said, “Mog is really remarkable.”

And they never – (or almost never) – said, “Bother that cat!”