One of the great things about having kids is rediscovering books that you loved as a child. There is something goose-pimply about opening up a book and recognising a picture that must have worn grooves in your memory from the number of times you looked at it when you were five. I gave this book to Sam for his first birthday and he loved it so much he now has an inseparable fluffy companion of the same name. No matter how many times I read it I still chuckle when Mog is indignant that she hasn't had her breakfast. The picture here is from the 70's edition that I grew up on. I think Judith Kerr is a genius!