Sadly, Judith Kerr died a couple of days ago. She wrote The Tiger Who Came for Tea and the Mog series - all books I read to my children when they were little. So while sad to hear of her passing, it did also bring back many fond memories of the happiness from reading those stories.
Here's me reading to my greyhound, Cody. He's less grey, more brindled orange, black and white. Walking him the other day a small boy pointed at him and in a confused voice asked his parents, "Tiger?"
Those books were also the inspiration for some of my Supernatural fanfic:
I have my own version of
The Tiger Who Came for Tea where Sam reads it as a bedtime story to Lucifer, plus Mog was very much in mind when I wrote my
Sam the Cat series.