Pit A Pat The Tabby Cat- unknown author

Looking for the words to this poem from an old nursery rhymes book of my children. We had 2 cats named Pit a Pat.

"Pit a Pat was a tabby cat, who never could remember; she'd frequently roam and forget her home, and not get back 'til December. She'd chew her soup and drink her bread, in summer she'd ride around on a sled...Pit a Pat couldn't remember."

There were quite a few verses to it.

If you find it, kindly email.

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Mar 18, 2017
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Childhood days NEW
by: AMY

This poem was includedin a story book I read as a child. When we moved from Iowa to West Virginia, the book was lost. I want to find it again. This was a sweet reminder of days long passed.

Jan 20, 2016
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Pitapat
by: Anonymous

Had this poem in a book of children's stories and poems. My sister and I often wondered how the whole pome went. So glad to find this. Many fond memories!

Jun 17, 2015
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pitapat
by: Anonymous

It was in a book form. My sister used to read it to me. I thought it was Pitty-Pat, The Tabby Cat

Feb 26, 2015
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looking forever
by: Anonymous

Thank you. I have been looking for the words to this for years. It was my favourite poem as a child and my Dad read it to me over and over again and again. The poem was part of a bigger book that had stories and pies in it not a singular book.

Aug 23, 2014
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Pit-a-pat
by: Anonymous

Pitapat was a tabby cat who never could remember.
She'd frequently roam and forget her home and not get back till December. Pitapat, the tabby cat, did everything upside down. She'd wear her boots when the sun was bright, when you'd say good morning, she'd say good night! Though she didn't mean to be impolite, she never could ever get any-
thing right--Pitapat couldn't remember. Pitapat, the forgetful cat, was always dreaming. She'd get to the door of the grocery store and forget what it was she was going for, she'd have to go home and start over once more--Pitapat couldn't remember. Oh, she'd chew her soup and drink her bread; she'd sleep in the bathtub instead of her bed; in summer she'd ride around on a sled! But one day something happened! This remarkable cat named Pitapat was playing at being an acrobat. She was swinging away on a high trapeze, her whiskers were blowing about in the breeze--when suddenly she stopped, in the middle to sneeze--right in the middle of the sir, if you please! Down Pitapat went--paws over tail, flip-flop-plop, in her mother's pail. Well, they put her to bed and gave her some pills, her friends bought bouquets of daffodils, and Father Cat paid all the doctor bills. In a day or two Pitapat felt better; she was able to go to an operetta. But from that day on she never forgot things like--rain is wet, and stoves are hot, she remembered her name and where she was going. She learned to read books and do fancy sewing. And now when Pitapat goes to the store, she remembers what she is going for. She drinks her soup and chews her bread, she even remembers to sleep in her bed. It
was really a pity that Pitapat fell, but now she remembers, I'm happy to tell. And that is the story of Pitapat , the remarkable little girl tabby cat.

Aug 23, 2014
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Pit A Pat
by: John

Annie, Poem wasn't printed in a book. I have it as a softback book cut in the shape of a cat. Says it was copyright 1949 by Whitman Publishing Co, Racine, Wisconsin. I got it for Christmas in 1953. That's it. Sorry to be so long in replying. John

Mar 06, 2014
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Thank you!
by: Annie

I, too, have been looking for this poem for years. thank you! Thank you!! I couldn't share it with my children but now I can share Pit-A-Pat with my grandchildren!!
John, what book did was this poem printed in, please?

Feb 18, 2014
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Thank you!!!!!
by: Judy

Thank you. I have been looking for this old poem for many years.

Feb 01, 2014
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Pitapat
by: John

Sorry, I can't include the cute pictures, but here is the story.

PIT-A-PAT by Florence Sarah Winship

PITAPAT was a tabby cat
Who never could remember.
She’d frequently roam and forget her home
And not get back till December.

Pitapat, the tabby cat,
Did everything upside down.
She’d wear her boots when the sun was bright ,
When you’d say good morning, she’d say good night!
Though she didn’t meant to be impolite,
She never could ever get anything right---
Pitapat couldn’t remember.

Pitapat, the forgetful cat,
Was always dreaming.
She’d get to the door of the grocery store
And forget what it was she was going for,
She’d have to go home and start over once more---
Pitapat couldn’t remember.

Oh, she’d chew her soup and drink her bread;
She’d sleep in the bathtub instead o her bed;
In summer she’d ride around on a sled!

But one day something happened!

This remarkable cat named Pitapat
Was playing at being an acrobat.
She was swinging away on a high trapeze,
Her whiskers were blowing about in the breeze,
When suddenly she stopped, in the middle to sneeze---
Right in the middle of the air, if you please!

Down Pitapat went---paws over tail,
Flip-flop-plop, in her mother’s pail.

Well, they put her to bed and gave her some pills,
Her friends brought bouquets of daffodils,
And Father Cat paid all the doctor bills.
In a day or two Pitapat felt better;
She was able to go to an operetta.

But from that day on she never forgot
Things like---rain is wet, and stoves are hot,
She remembered her name and where she was going.
She learned to read books and do fancy sewing.

And now when Pitapat goes to the store,
She remembers what she is going for.
She drinks her soup and chews her bread,
She even remembers to sleep in her bed.

It was really a pity that Pitapat fell,
But now she remembers, I’m happy to tell.
And that is the story of Pitapat
The remarkable little girl tabby cat.

Jan 19, 2014
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beginning words are
by: Anonymous

I'm looking for the words too

It begins

Pitapat the Tabby Cat did everything upside down
she went to bed when the sun came up and got up when the
sun went down.

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