by Janet Blue on May 26, 2017

Friendly Fill-Ins: Week #54



Friday already? As you will see from the #4 fill-in, I am already in my “golden years,” and I need time to go by a bit more slowly. I never seem to have enough time to accomplish everything I want. MOUSES!

Anyhoo, I am participating in the Friendly Fill-Ins, hosted each week by Ellen (15AndMeowing) and Annie (McGuffy’s Reader). This is a blog hop. You can enter by clicking on the above badge.

As always my completions are in teal italics.

Golden Years of Camping with Mau1. My idea of roughing it is a hotel with maid and room service. When I was a kid, we went camping every summer. I never liked getting really dirty or using an outhouse. My parents also sent me to what is commonly referred to as sleep-away camp from second through sixth grade for two-weeks. The camp I attended was part of the Camp Fire Girls organization. When I was at Camp, my mom would “clean” my room and get rid of anything she didn’t feel I needed. It always hurt to come home to find things that were important to me gone. 

At this point in my life I am leaving the camping to Cat Scouts Mau and Cooper Murphy.

2. I never get sick of talking about Kitties Blue. Could there be any other answer? And with eight, the stories never end. That’s the reason I started this blog, and 1,267 posts later, I’m still “talking.”

3. My youth wasn’t always happy, but I am not complaining. My paternal grandparents were wonderful to me. I probably spent more time with them than I did with my parents. They were the only members of my family who gave unconditional love to me. I have written about them in previous posts.

4. My “golden years” are now, as I am officially retired. I do not consider writing The Cat on My Head to be work. 


Golden years or golden furs?


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Ellen Pilch May 29, 2017 at 10:05 am

Thank you for participating in the fill-ins, I always enjoy your answers. Although, I am sorry that your childhood was not ideal and that your Mom thought it was OK to toss items without your permission. Mau is an excellent camper.
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Pipo/Minko/MrJackFreckles May 29, 2017 at 2:39 am

Oh, we loved reading those answers! Petcretary can ‘camp’ in a trailer; that is not too bad, but in a tent…nope.Too many failed sessions of that. Phooey.
Our unfurbros went a few times, but as far as we know they stayed in cabins in real beds…MOL!
Petcretary did not ‘clean’ their rooms when they were gone. Nether did her parents do that to her. She had a mostly happy time growing up, after age 10, both her parents were at the house because our Opa had his business in a converted attached garage. Funny thing is that after over 30 years of not being there, that home is now using what was the watch/clock/jewelry repair shop as a pet grooming shop! MOL!!!

Petcretary took her IPad to work and spent some time showing her blog posts to a resident this past evening. She too could talk on and on about her fur-kids and of course our unfurbros too.

Golden Years? Well, at age 62.5, she is close to the defined age for that, but hopes to be functional at her chosen work and blogging too, for many years, yet.
At least to 70 if she can:)
And because for now she can…she does; its her way of using her miracle of healing from cancer to good health and paying it forward as it were. (She works part time in a nursing home.)

Suzanne G. McClendon May 27, 2017 at 4:14 pm

I was a Blue Bird, which is part of the Camp Fire Girls, but I never went camping. At 51 years of age, I still have not been officially camping, like with a tent and all that. The closest that I have been is roughing it when my daddy first bought his property way back in 1978 and we had no power and water for awhile. I understand completely the hurt you felt coming home to find your special things gone. I’ve been there.

Grandparents are the best! Mine loved me, too, and I loved them immensely. They’ve been gone quite some time, but my love for them is just as fierce. I know their unconditional love for me transcends everything. It is always here with me.

Congratulations on getting to the golden years. I had to look up exactly what the phrase meant. The definition that I found said it was the stage of life after retirement, generally age 65 and older. If we go by the retirement definition, then we hit our golden years in our thirties when diabetic complications did a real number on David and forced him into early retirement. We’ve been on an adventure ever since. I hope that you have many wonderful adventures during your golden years. 🙂

Have a blessed weekend!
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M. K. Clinton May 27, 2017 at 1:55 pm

I hated going to camp but I hated my home too so my youth is best forgotten for the most part. LOL! Thankfully, my adult life and golden years are wonderful. ☺ I never tire of talking about my dogs either.
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David E. McClendon May 26, 2017 at 11:37 pm

Good answers. Have a good weekend.

emma and buster May 26, 2017 at 7:33 pm

Oh how fun. We enjoy reading your answers every week.
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The Island Cats May 26, 2017 at 7:31 pm

Great responses. And Cooper Murphy…your golden furs are glowing!
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Annie May 26, 2017 at 6:45 pm

I never really liked sleep away camp. I was in the Girl Scouts. I think it’s nice you had your grandparents. I know I miss mine (maternal) very much.

I love the picture! My guess is that’s Cooper Murphy. That is so funny.
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Mary McNeil May 26, 2017 at 5:27 pm

I never went to camp as a kid (we could’t afford it, or my Mom would have gladly packed me off and cleaned my space too…), but as a sixth-grade teacher, I spent several years on trips to “Sixth Grade Camp.” So when it comes to camping out, I am all camped out !

Sometimes Cats Herd You May 26, 2017 at 3:52 pm

The head peep says she knows all about those sleep-away camps. After her parents split, her mother wanted the month-long break of sending her away, and her father didn’t know what to do with her, so she ended up at at various summer camps. These days, she leaves the camping to the manpeep, who goes with his buddies and leaves her to enjoy the air conditioning and high speed internet of civilization.
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Colehaus Cats May 26, 2017 at 3:17 pm

Great fill-ins! We very much understand your second answer. With so many, the stories never do end! Have a wonderful weekend!
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mommakatandherbearcat May 26, 2017 at 2:06 pm

I’m so thrilled I got to talk to you at BlogPaws! Reading these fill-ins just makes me love you more. It takes a lot of courage to be honest and share the less ideal parts of our past. My parents were too busy being self-involved to remember they had me. My past sounds similar – I was closest to my grandfather and my aunt – both died within a year of each other when I was in 2nd/3rd grade. It makes me sad to think that you’re such a wonderful and incredible woman and your parents never appreciated that (much like my own). I feel the same way about camping. I went to Girl Scout camp a couple times – but always in a lodge vs. a tent … and that experience with the latrine was MORE than enough for me!

Hairballs and Hissyfits May 26, 2017 at 2:06 pm

I feel for you! That was my mom’s idea of cleaning too — I am still recovering from that! It was horrible

McGuffy's Reader May 26, 2017 at 2:02 pm

Well, these are very “you”. I am sorry your things were thrown away. That would be hurtful. I am glad you got to go away and have fun, though. I always wished I could! I remember a series of books about Campfire Girls. I was in grade school.
Hugs, my friend.
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Brian Frum May 26, 2017 at 1:34 pm

We enjoyed your answers and we love hearing your Kitties Blue talk!
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sabina May 26, 2017 at 11:04 am

I don’t like camping either!! Give me a hotel with room service any day!! I’m looking forward to my golden years!!! Love Sabina

The Menagerie Mom May 26, 2017 at 8:00 am

I’m thinking we’ll all have a very similar answer for #2. It seems like the only viable answer, after all! And I remember some of your previous stories about your paternal grandparents. They sound like they were wonderful people, such kind souls. Oh, and Evan will certainly be keeping that golden furs concept in mind for his golden years. Happy Friday!
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Linda Arthur Tejera May 26, 2017 at 7:13 am

I have never really been camping. My parents weren’t campers and, although I begged growing up to be able to go off to any summer camp that offered horseback riding, I was never able to go. Sigh… Sometimes I wonder what I missed. But the few times I did sleep in a tent, well, let’s just say that I, like you, have learned that I am more of a room service type camper! LOL!
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Pam and Teddy May 26, 2017 at 5:44 am

I remember one awful camping experience in Girl Scouts…..the camp was in the middle of a cemetery (no kidding) and I got sent with a bucket to retrieve some water from the water pump…….it was the middle of winter and dark out……and yes I was scared….and cold…..and I will NEVER forget being happy to get back to the camp and thaw out my frozen toes by the fire! Funny what sticks with you. As for golden years – I’m in them and have been for a while….I reach a major milestone this year at the big 70 so I’m starting to have a little less shine on my “golden” but it’s still there and so am I !

Love, Pam

Summer May 26, 2017 at 3:48 am

OMC, my human was a Camp Fire Girl too! Fortunately, she didn’t have to go away to camp (she would have LOATHED it) – it totally wasn’t her thing. When the girls entered Junior High, they all wanted to continue EXCEPT my human (she was more interested in boys and punk rock), which was embarrassing to her mother because she was a den leader, or whatever they were called. So her mother wound up being in charge of these girls that my human wasn’t a part of. She often thought that her mother would have been better off with a different daughter… and she would have been better off having a different mother.
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