Judith Kerr was a remarkable woman and it'd be impossible to feature any kind of children's book roundup without featuring her brilliant books. Working right up until her death a couple of years ago, Judith's books have always been favourites - and yet we didn't start out with the book you'd expect, though there is a tiger in this one.

"Mog and the V.E.T" is probably one of Judith's funniest books. The Mog series is always excellent but this particular  book absolutely nailed what cat ownership is about, and reminded me of what it was like growing up amongst cat lovers. There was always at least one moggy around.

This time Mog has hurt her paw, and whether she likes it or not, the family decide it's time to go to the (Whisper it) Vee Ee Tee.

The two things Judith always does well in the Mog books - observing and describing cat behaviour perfectly, but also somehow mastering the trick of placing you - the reader - right inside Mog's mind, as if you can read her innermost thoughts - is why this book is so good. The family know there'll be trouble when they haul out Mog's travelling basket. Mog definitely knows there'll be trouble and resists with all her might, but eventually she's on the way to the vets in the car (which she also doesn't like).

Once there the full realisation of where she is hits her, and needless to say there is absolute chaos as Mog won't take a visit to the vets lying down. Her hurt paw is fixed, but there's a clamorous chaotic scene as Mog breaks loose and leads all the other animals in the vets on a merry chase.

The other bit we really like though is the voyage to trip-out city that the vet goes on that night as he has the most terrible dream about animals. We often wondered whether a well-meaning editor might have tried to trim that scene but it's a brilliant (if slightly loopy) addition to the story and I could imagine a steadfast Kerr standing in front of her editor saying "Either that scene stays, or I go!" and winning the day. Utterly brilliant, and definitely one of the best Mog stories (they're all pretty good though!)

Of course we have to talk about "The Tiger Who Came to Tea", probably the book that most people immediately think of when they think of Judith Kerr. We came to this one relatively late as it was always one of the most popular books in our local library, so when we did finally get our hands on a rather straggly copy we knew we'd end up buying our own (and we did).

A young girl opens the door one day to find a rather large but quite benign tiger standing there. The tiger invites himself in, and proceeds to act like the world's worst house guest. He eats his way through the cupboards, drinks all of daddy's beer (WHAT?! Can you imagine THAT passing muster in a modern children's book?) and (yes, the bit most people remember this book for) also drinks all the water in the tap (imagine if the book's editor had got their way on THAT one and had cut it out, as they'd suggested. Again very glad JK stuck to her guns and insisted it was left in).

The little girl thinks she's found a friend, but as soon as the tiger is satisfied, he ups and leaves - But what will Daddy say when he gets home and the house is completely stripped of consumables?

We've seen so many well-meaning teardowns and analyses of this book, everything from it being an allegory for Kerr's own experience of being displaced from her native country by the Nazi regime, to a well meaning but not very well thought out piece claiming this is one of the earliest feminist novels, showing the tiger supressing the book's lone female (I'd almost buy into this theory if it wasn't for Kerr being asked about the meaning of the book in an interview, and rather twinklingly replying "It's about a tiger who comes to tea").

Kerr's later work continued to impress, though we had some fairly tart things to say about "The Great Granny Gang", possibly the only Kerr book that didn't end up being a keeper (and probably one of the reasons we never got sent any more to review from HarperCollins!) The review is included below amongst all the others just so you can see why we didn't take to it though.

That said, Kerr continued to be an energetic champion for children's literacy, appearing at many book events - and her wisdom and brilliant storytelling and illustrative skills were matchless, and it was a very sad day when she passed on.

Original Review Links

Mog and Bunny and Other Stories by Judith Kerr (HarperCollins Children's Books)

The Great Granny Gang by Judith Kerr (HarperCollins Children's Books)

Mog's Bad Thing by Judith Kerr (HarperCollins Children's Books)

Very sad news indeed. Judith Kerr, author of "The Tiger who Came to Tea" and the fabulous "Mog" books has died at the age of 95.

ReadItDaddy's Booky Advent Calendar Day 10 - 10th December - "Mog's Christmas" by Judith Kerr (HarperCollins Children's Books)

ReadItDaddy's First Book of the Week - Week ending 13th September 2013 - The Tiger Who Came To Tea (40th Anniversary Edition) by Judith Kerr (HarperCollins Children's Books)

Twinkles, Arthur and Puss by Judith Kerr (HarperCollins Children's Books)

Mog the Forgetful Cat

The Tiger Who Came To Tea by Judith Kerr (HarperCollins Children's Books)

Mog in the Dark

Goodbye Mog

Mog's Amazing Birthday Caper

Mog on Fox Night

Immensely sad news on the blog today. Judith Kerr, author of "The Tiger Who Came to Tea" and the fantastic "Mog" books has passed away at the grand old age of 95.

We wanted to pay tribute to Judith, one of those amazing, energetic and creative people who you just thought would live forever.

In fact she will, through the amazing legacy of her books and her work.

I remember reading her books as a child, and I also remember these were some of the first books we read and reviewed on the blog, as we began to read through Judith's amazing stories through our local library, and eventually through our own copies of her books.

Though "The Tiger Who Came to Tea" will undoubtedly be what she's best recognised for, it was her awesome feline creation Mog that first caught our attention. We're a cat-loving family, and couldn't resist her brilliantly observed stories of Mog, the boiled-egg eating burglar-foiling cat.

Many authors and illustrators will undoubtedly cite Judith as a huge influence on their own work as she effortlessly and expertly excelled in both storytelling and illustration in her books. Both C and I read all the Mog books, and later the Katinka stories always enjoying the sheer depth of character and the gentle but always interesting nature of her stories.

"Mog and the V.E.T" was probably C's overall favourite, a hilarious (and utterly relatable for any pet owner) tale of Mog getting a thorn stuck in her paw and needing a visit to the vet. Judith's sense of humour comes to the fore in this story, and her illustrations perfectly depict the absolute chaos that can ensue when your cat just doesn't want anything to do with the "Vee Ee Tee". I remember reading this every night for about 6 months, and even now whenever we say the word "Vet" we always spell it out phonetically just like in the story. People often talk about "Funny" children's books, and quite often in our experience those books really just aren't funny on any level. Yet Judith always made 'funny' look so effortless, her human and non-human characters had such a range of expressions that perfectly underpinned the bits in the story you were meant to laugh at, and quite a few you weren't (I will never, ever forget how pant-wettingly funny C found the Vet's weird trippy dream in the aforementioned book - at an age when she probably wouldn't have had a clue what JK was really talking about).

We will miss Judith very much, a huge influential part of C's early reading journey, and an author whose books we would still treat ourselves to as C got older.

Rest in peace Judith and thank you for all the amazing stories.

File this one under "I Can't believe we haven't reviewed this before" but after countless borrows from the library it's probably about time we did.

Charlotte loves this book to bits. I'm still a bit unsure, as I rather thing the tiger's a bit of a cad.

It tells the tale of a little girl who answers the door one day to find a rather large (and extremely hungry) tiger standing there. Her mother, polite as people were in the 1970s, invites the stripy chap in to stay for tea. And stay he does! First he polishes off all the cakes, then glugs down a huge pot of hot tea (Charlotte was a bit concerned he'd burn his mouth but I told her tigers have heatproof tongues).

He doesn't stop there, the tiger basically strips the house of anything edible (probably fortunate that the poor family didn't have a pet fish or pooch). Then without so much as a nod or a wink the tiger makes his excuses and leaves.

WHAT. A. ROTTER!

Poor mummy is left with no food in the house, and (shock horror!) nothing to give daddy for tea when he gets home (ahhh the 70s, how I love thee!)

Thankfully daddy is resourceful and whisks them off for a slap up feed at a local cafe.

I had to argue Charlotte down on this one being book of the week, I think it's definitely one of Kerr's best but I couldn't get past that tiger being a complete (insert adult choice of rude word here) and the poor little girl's various attempts to cuddle and fuss him go completely ignored (probably just as well, too much attention and the girl would've ended up nestling in the tiger's tum!)

I am sure we'll end up borrowing this from the library a few times more before Charlotte realises the tiger's a bad lot and completely falls out of love with him. In the meantime though, I jest, this is a timeless classic and gives hours of entertainment particularly if you share your home with a couple of greedy 'tigers' who strip the cupboards bare and use up all the hot water.

Charlotte's best bit: Inevitably, "The girl is ME!"

Daddy's favourite bit: I like to entertain myself by imagining what this book would be like with contemporary noughties values attached. Will we see a day where someone revisits brilliant old 70s kids books like this and PCs them? Would the tiger be as keen to eat a family out of house and home if all he found in the cupboard was a horsemeat lasagne and a tub of hoummous?