![]() When she had finished haunting the Thomases, Mog soared straight towards the sun, fulfilling her lifetime ambition to be a high-flier who could "fly faster than the birds, even quite big birds". And earlier this year, only months before she died, she fell through the roof and inadvertently won first prize in a show, flying like supercat. In 1970, she won a medal for surprising a burglar ( Mog the Forgetful Cat ), by chance. It is true that her achievements were considerable, not least when it is remembered that they were all accidental. ( Mog and the Granny).Īnd yet her biographer, Judith Kerr, maintains that Mog was both "a good cat" and "a career cat". Mog suffered from jealousy (she could be a green-eyed monster) and had difficulty enduring a variety of imposters: a baby, a family of foxes, a cat called Tibbles. Like many of us, she found Christmas a strain (the trees filled her with pop-eyed gloom). Similarly, when her offspring scrambled up the Christmas tree, Mog was in despair. One kitten ( Mog's Kittens ) barely survived its upbringing: Mog discovered it sitting inside the fridge. She was not a natural parent, and found it hard to cope with the demands of her young ones. She had two kittens whose names have never been recorded. To this day, some admirers are unaware that Mog was a mother. She would often say "no" to fish - although her passion for eggs never diminished. Mog had a rather unsettled relationship with food: she was a picky eater, a protester who frequently went on hunger strike, upsetting the Thomases. She might have made a subject for Jungian analysis - were it not that she would have been inclined to go to sleep or worse (see Mog's Bad Thing ) on the couch. Her subconscious was dark, hyperactive and populated with marauding wildlife (Mog in the Dark Mog's Amazing Birthday Caper). A thorn in her paw (Mog and the Vee Ee Tee) once caused her distress, particularly when the vet became involved. She enjoyed splendid health but small setbacks alarmed her. Self-pity was Mog's forte: she was a virtuoso at sulking, especially in snow. Mog's brothers, Blackie and James, and sister, Matilda, survive her. Her grandfather was a shaggy corn-on-the-cob-coloured tom, known for his mighty appetite her granny was an oddball who slept in a green dish. ![]() Perhaps she inherited her genes from her grandparents, a more striking couple than her parents. Her paws were snowy, the rest of her brindled (grey and black) and she had a tail like a rounder's bat. ![]() She had a curvy mouth, capable of conveying complacency, delight and dejection. She was a good-looking kitten with a white bib and round green eyes, which - when she was vexed - changed to yellow almonds. She was born, in 1970, on a farm - her parents were simple rustics (Mog's Family of Cats). At first she did not even vanish from the premises: she haunted the Thomas household as a judgmental ghost and bossily tutored her successor, Rumpus, a ginger kitten. When death came (a potentially disruptive event, even when you think you have nine lives), Mog did not over-react. ![]()
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