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Anyone remember "March of the Mods"? I don't but Bendigo says it was a bit like the Addams family theme tune.

For those of you who don't speak British, a mog is a cat of standard alley variety.

March of the Mogs

We are the cats, the cats of the house.

Trap us this day our daily mouse.

We are the mogs: haven’t you heard?

Pluck us this day our daily bird.

Claws in the upholstery,

Furballs in the stew,

A bite if you get close to me,

Something nasty in your shoe.

We are the mogs, the mogs of the house.

Trap us this day our daily mouse.

We are the cats: haven’t you heard?

Pluck us this day our daily bird.

Small deaths shrieking in the night

Mustn’t blame the cat

Feathers tumbled out of flight

Ripped intestines on the mat

We are the cats, the cats of the house.

Trap us this day our daily mouse.

We are the mogs: haven’t you heard?

Pluck us this day our daily bird.

P**y-wussies, aren’t we sweet?

We are tiger, you are meat.

Preen…. yawn… stretch…. prowl.

My name is Feline, hear me yowl.

Sarah

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why are they called mogs?

Dunno:

moggy Show phonetics

noun [C] (ALSO moggie) UK INFORMAL

a cat, especially one which is ordinary or has an untidy appearance

(from Cambridge Advanced Learner's Dictionary)

moggy

Main Entry: mog·gy

Variant(s): also mog·gie \ˈmä-gē\

Function: noun

Inflected Form(s): plural mog·gies

Etymology: probably from Moggy, from Mog, nickname from the name Margaret

Date: circa 1911

British : cat

(MerriamWebster)

if this college still had its subscription to the OED online I could find the etymology and first recorded useage - bet it's older than 1911.

Like jack rabbit/daw/sprat, billy or nanny goat, jenny wren, willy wagtail (aka jenny at the pump), and of course tom cat, it's an anthropomorphism, innit?

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~ OK. I'll try. {I'm not good at tune-based stuff! Have patience, OK?}

Itsy bitsy kitty, climbing up my pants

Husband sits there laughing, as I do a dance

Kitty ends up perching, in the Christmas tree

So of course the clean-up, is all left me

:lol:

Aaah... memories!

All around the lit Christmas tree

The baby chased the kitty

Around about til everything fell

Hop! Went the kitty...

Told ya! Here's just a cat thing. {For Goober, he was a mighty fine cat.}

Large ears ruby-colored in the sunlight on the window sill,

He lay in the sun charging his batteries with whiskers alert.

Purring at anyone's entrance,

That gingered white Tom was always ever a kitten

And rolled up his belly for a rub and scrub, drooling.

... I know, no rhyme or reason, but he was a cat. He had no rhyme or reason! :lol:

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