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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Jan 02, 2024
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by: Anonymous

I am 67 years old and still have a copy of this wonderful book. It is now a little tattered and dog eared but that was because it was one of my favourite books when I was a child.

Some of the words are slightly different in the book and it doesn't provide the author or illustrator but the pictures are wonderful.

Here are the details on the book:

© Copyright 1959 Whitman Publishing Co USA
Printed by Colourtone Pty Ltd
Published in Australia by Golden Press Pty Ltd
Mar 11, 2021
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starstarstarstarstar 		Pitapat poem from memory NEW
by: Elizabeth

My sister and I loved this growing up we have reconstructed it as best as we can remember. I did a little research and think I found the author was Florence Sarah Winship.

Pitapat

Pitapat was a tabby cat who never could remember. She’d frequently roam and forget her home and not come back til December. Pitapat the tabby cat did everything upside down. She’d wear her boots when the sun was bright and when you said good morning she’d say goodnight. Though she didn’t mean 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 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 air if you please, and down Pitapat fell, paws over tail, flip, flop, plop in her mother’s pail.
So they put her to bed and they gave her some pills, her friends brought her bouquets of daffodils and father cat paid all the doctor’s bills. In a day or two pitapat felt better, she was able to go to an operetta. And 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.
May 30, 2020
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starstarstarstarstar 		I have pit a pat book
by: Terrie

Hello, I am an online book seller on Etsy. I have the actual book. I would be happy to provide information on the poem or on this book. My email is youlittledickens@yahoo.com. Thank you
Mar 28, 2020
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starstarstarstarstar 		I had a black cat like Pit a Pat NEW
by: Jean

I have been looking for this too. As a child, I had a book of many stories published by Whitman, and it included this poem. Since I most recently was owned by a black cat named Shady, she made me think of this poem. I love cats, especially black ones. Shady has since crossed the rainbow bridge, and I miss her. I wanted to find the poem as a piece of nostalgia from childhood. Thanks to all who did the footwork since I had had no luck. The book also included a poem about a rabbit named Anna Marie which was my mom" name. I do have a copy of that poem. Again, many thanks.
Aug 17, 2019
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starstarstarstarstar 		My namesake NEW
by: Pitipat!

I am 70 years old and have been searching for this poem forever! My mother read to us every night and this was always my request..my brothers hated it...lol Thus they called me Pitipat and still do. Some have said they have an actual copy (I appreciate all who printed it here) but I would love to have the actual book. I even remember the pictures. Ours was in a collection of poems and short stories call the Big Red storybook, I think.
This takes me back to snuggling on the bottom bunk with my mother and two brothers...tears are falling
Mar 11, 2019
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starstarstarstarstar 		I have a copy.
by: Anonymous

I can scan the pages of the book if anyone would like to see them.
Oct 08, 2018
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starstarstarstarstar 		Pit A Pat The Tabby Cat
by: Curtis Shepherd

I read this Book back in 1952,We had a Book Mobile that came to our small two room school in Southeastern Kentucky,I would love to find this Book so my Grand Kids could read it,They love hearing me Poem about Pit A Pat,But I know that they would enjoy the Book More,
Aug 20, 2018
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by: Rosy

I had this in a book when a child too, back in the 1950's & have been looking for it for years. In Australia I remember it being Pit a Pat the REMARKABLE cat, not TABBY... I searched online for it & haven't been able find it until now. Thank you.
May 09, 2018
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starstarstarstarstar 		You're Very Welcome
by: Luciane

Hi Jessica,
I'm so happy that our cat lover community was able to help you find the information you were looking for. 😺
Wishing you a early Happy Birthday! 👏🏻🎂🎉
Love,
Luci
May 08, 2018
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starstarstarstarstar 		Thanks Everyone!
by: Jessica

Thanks to everyone in helping to find this. 'Pitapat' was the most important nursery rhyme of my childhood. For years I have longed to find it and hear it again. Now that I have, my sister plans to read it to me on my 68th birthday next week, just like she did when I was 5 years old.

I am so grateful. Thanks to all. Means so much to me.
Mar 03, 2018
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starstarstarstarstar 		seeking whitman book
by: Anonymous

I had a book of stories published by Whitman.It had pit apat as one of the stories.I would love to find a copy of that book.If anyone has info please share.
Feb 15, 2018
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by: Helen

Cannot believe there are so many other people that remember this lovely little storey - no one of my age whom I know has heard of it. Good to know others enjoyed it as well. It appeared in a little cat-shaped book with a kind of felt type material on the front cover with her face and back cover with the back of her. I remember pictures of her bed (pink with heart-shaped holes on head and foot boards)? It was my mother and aunts' favourite book to read to me when very small - we all loved Pitter Pat! Lovely warm memories of childhood.
Jan 07, 2018
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by: Anonymous

She'd get to the door of the grocery store and forget what it was what she was going for. She never could remember.
Aug 17, 2017
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by: Judy Dutruch

This little poem was published as a single book, and also in a larger book of children's stories and poems. I know because we used to have the book, and this was one of my favorites. I would love to find that book and buy it.
Mar 18, 2017
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starstarstarstarstar 		Childhood days
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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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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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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starstarstarstarstar 		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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starstarstarstarstar 		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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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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starstarstarstarstar 		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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starstarstarstarstar 		Thank you!!!!!
by: Judy

Thank you. I have been looking for this old poem for many years.
Feb 01, 2014
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starstarstarstarstar 		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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starstarstarstarstar 		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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