Chapter 4. The Rest of the Plan
I thought I'd post a little more of "Coy, Jr." since there's not much else going on. To start at the beginning, click here. To read the last part posted, click here.
I had picked up our fishing stuff on my way to the house way before Woody made it back to Mama Pope’s. When he got there, Pate sent him on home. After while, Woody came knocking on the back door.
“He ain’t dead!” Woody yelled as I opened the door.
“Shush up! Keep your voice down,” I told him. “Don’t announce it to the neighbors.”
“There ain’t no neighbors and he ain’t dead. Somebody stopped and got him.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who got who? Somebody got Hannon?”
“Some fellers in a pickup truck. The car hit them and then wrecked and they got him and took him!” If it was anybody else besides Woody I would have said they were obviously in shock or something. But it being Woody, I really couldn’t tell because he was making about as much sense as usual.
“Start from the beginning and go slow,” I instructed. “Okay. I was gonna wreck the car off the bridge. But something didn’t go right and I jumped out the window and went into the creek. The car went straight down the road and was going real fast when a pickup truck came around the bend and hit it,” Woody was a little shaky as he was telling me about it.
“Did they hit head on?”
“Naw, naw…the truck dodged and they just swide-swiped each other. The car went off the road and hit a tree.”
“Who was in the truck?”
“If I knew who was in the truck don’t you think I’d have told you! Just some fellers, I don’t know who they were!”
“What kind of truck was it?” “A white truck. Kinda new, maybe a Ford, I done forgot. Anyway they got Hannon out of the wrecked car and sat him up. I saw him moving his head and hands and stuff, and then they got him up and took him over to their truck. He was kinda walkin’ and they put him up in the bed of the truck.”
“Oh, Lord. I don’t know if this is good or bad.” I was totally confused at this point. I didn’t have any idea on what to do next.
“Them fellers was sniffin’ their shirts after holdin’ up ol’ Hannon. I think they got some of the ‘shine on them. I almost got drunk just settin’ in the car with him.”
“This could be a good thing. No way he could have remembered how he got whiskey all over himself and he couldn’t have known how he got there…or did he wake up on the way?”
“Nope. He was out like a light the whole time.”
“Then, Woody…this may just be perfect.”
“Depends what he was talking to them fellers about.”
“Yeah, but he hit them with the car and he smelled like moonshine. This might have worked just as planned, only better. We had witnesses!” I was beginning to feel pretty good about this. This could turn out great. “Nobody saw you did they?”
“Nope. Stayed low in the seat. And then when I jumped out, I stayed in the ditch. They didn’t see me, I know.”
“Woody…All we need to do now is sit back and see what happens. Those guys are going to say he was drunk when he hit them.”
“I’m gonna go home and lay down. I’ve done had too much excitement for one day, besides I walked about a hunnert miles plus I jumped off a bridge. I’m gonna be some kinda sore tomorrow.”
“Your fishin’ stuff is in the carport. I picked it on my way home.”
“Hang on to it for me. You might want to put some water on them worms.” With that Woody limped out the back door and headed down the road.
“Yep,” I thought to myself, “This could be our finest hour!” That night at supper Daddy brought up the subject of Hannon’s wreck. Actually it wasn’t about Hannon’s wreck, but about his car being wrecked. The version Daddy heard had the car being stolen by some joy riders and then wrecked.
“Joy riders? What’s a joy rider” I asked. I hoped it wasn’t another way of saying me and Woody.
“Probably some kids,” Daddy responded.
“Now what in the world would get into a kid’s head to make him steal a police car?”, Mama asked.
“Yeah, Mama’s right. What would make a kid steal a police car? How do you know it was a kid? It coulda been a midget!”
“I don’t know it was a kid. I’m just telling you what I heard.”
“Where was the wreck?” I needed more information, but had to be real careful not to push it too far.
“Out on Gunner’s Creek Road. Melvin Simmons towed it in. I saw it at the Phillips station on my way home. Front end buggered up to a fair-dee-well.” Obviously Daddy had more info than he was lettin’ on.
“I don’t know what this world is coming to with kids doing such things,” Mama said.
“Mama, you don’t know it wasn’t a midget. How come you blame kids?”
“Coy, Jr. Shut up about the midget. There aren’t any midgets in Fullerton County and you know it.”
“Could be! You don’t know everybody.”
“Coy, Jr., don’t dispute my word. You’re fixing to find yourself settin’ in your room for the rest of the night!” Mama didn’t like it when I disputed her word.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“I don’t know who stole it, but they’ve probably got a right sizable knot on their head tonight. The windshield on the drivers side was busted like somebody’s noggin hit it.” Yeah, I knew Daddy was holdin’ out on the info. I wondered if he knew anything about what really happened. Sometimes if he knew I’d done something that would upset Mama, he wouldn’t say anything about it with her around. And if he knew me and Woody were responsible and said it, Mama would have knocked me into the middle of next week. Besides, she had a fork and knife handy. You don’t upset Mama if she has immediate access to a weapon.
“Changing the subject, the summer is almost half over. You know anywhere I can get a part time job?” I needed money in the event I got up the nerve to ask Ilene Crabtree out again.
“Johnny Cooper is lookin’ for some help paintin’ the gin.” Daddy replied.
“Coy, he is not going to spend his summer hanging around with THAT drunk!”
“Mama! I’m fifteen years old. I’ve seen drunk people before. Besides, he don’t drink like …well, like some people.” I almost said ‘like some of your folks.’ If I had, I would have spent the rest of the summer in a body cast.
“Ruby, working for somebody and ‘hanging around’ are two different things. I got no problem with Coy, Jr. working for Johnny Cooper. Besides, how many fifteen year olds ask for work anyway?”
“I just don’t think I’m going to stand for that, Coy Povine! If I say he can’t work for him, then, well sir, he WON’T be working for him!” Wow! This was getting way out of hand. All I wanted was a simple job to make a couple of bucks. And Daddy was treadin’ on thin ice. Actually I hadn’t ever seen Daddy give Mama any lip like this. Nobody talks to Mama like this and lives to tell about it.
“Hey, it’s not worth having a big fight over. I’ll find something else to do.”
“Coy. Jr., why don’t you take your plate to your room and finish eatin’ in there? Me and your mother need to discuss this.”
“You just sit right where you are, mister. As far as I’m concerned, this is settled,” Mama’s words were quick as she sat there with her arms crossed and stared a hole in Daddy.
“Well, Ruby…I guess you’re right. It is settled.” I figured Daddy would back down. All this on top of the day I had was almost more than I could handle. I wished I hadn’t even brought up the subject of working. And I guess I pushed the midget thing a little too far. Johnny Cooper wasn’t really a bad guy like Mama made out. Actually, some folks said he was a war hero. He was in Viet Nam and saw a bunch of people get killed. His little brother had told us that he was driving a truck load of kids and orphans and they got shot with a rocket or something. The truck wrecked and was on fire and Johnny saved some of the kids, but a bunch of them burned up. And that messed Johnny up for a long time. He said he felt like it wasn’t right that he lived and those kids didn’t. If it had been me, I’d have been glad to live. But I wasn’t there, so I don’t know how I would have handled it. Johnny started drinking a lot when he got back home. Thinking about it, today when Woody hit Hannon, I was glad he didn’t kill him. I hate Hannon, but I might have had a nervous breakdown or something if he’d died on us.
The phone started ringing and kinda ended supper for us. Mama answered it, as always.
“Hello. I can’t hear you, speak up! Who is this? Woody? Is that you? Well why are you whispering? Coy, Jr. It’s your idiot cousin.” I couldn’t believe Mama said that without covering the phone.
“Mama, Woody’s not an idiot. You shouldn’t…” Her eyes were making the hair on the back of my neck stand up, so I just took the phone and went into the other room to talk.
“Woody? What you want?”
“Coy, Jr. Mama said somebody stole a cop car today and wrecked it. This ain’t good,” Woody spoke so softly I could barely hear him. “Why are you whispering Woody?”
“’Cause I don’t want nobody to hear me. It ain’t safe.”
“Woody, we got to sit back and relax. Nobody is going to say nothin’. Hannon can’t say a word ‘cause we know too much about it. We just need to find out who those folks were that picked him up.”
“Now how we going to find out anything if we don’t ask questions? I ain’t no good at settin’ back and relaxin’.”
"Well, then Woody, don’t relax. Just sit around and worry.”
“Coy, Jr., we got to worry. Hannon’s gonna be gunnin’ for us.”
“Woody, just this morning you were telling me I was going to get an ulcer. Look who’s gonna get one now!”
“You worry about stupid stuff Coy, Jr. I only worry about big stuff.”
“WHAT? Woody, I’m hanging up before I get mad enough to come over there and beat the crap out of you. Stop worrying and relax.” And with that I hung up the phone. Hopefully, Woody will cool off a little and just wait and see what happens.
When I went back into the kitchen Mama and Daddy were going at it tooth and nail. I stopped short of the table and turned around and went to my room. All this Hannon junk and then Mama and Daddy fighting...I was beginning to see how a fellow could turn to drinking. Sometimes life was downright depressing around our house. Can’t talk to anybody about nothing or you’ll get a lecture on how you’re doing this wrong or ought to be ashamed of yourself for that. Sometimes it would be nice to have a family that you could say, ‘hey, ol’ Hannon wants to kill me. What do you think I should do?’ and get a decent answer. Instead, all I get is ‘GO TO YOUR ROOM!’ or ‘serves your right’ or ‘you wouldn’t be worried if you weren’t so bad all the time.’ Crap like that.
As long as I’m spillin’ my guts, let me tell you what’s real bad. It is so embarrassing to have a Mama that gets in fights, but acts like she’s better than everybody else. I love her and all that, but sometimes she just seems to only be interested in herself. One time she hit a woman at the dollar store because the woman got the last six-pack of RC and laughed when Mama said something to her. Mama tore the blouse half off of her and the woman ran out screaming. And do you know who the woman was? She was Tara Lee Biggs Mama. As in “Big Ol’” Tara Lee Biggs… who could whip any boy in the fifth grade. Guess what? I was in the fifth grade and she beat me to a pulp before the school bell rang the very next morning. There were about two hundred witnesses and every one of them laughed. To this day I see some of those folks and just know that they are looking at me and saying to themselves, ‘there’s that Povine boy that let a girl beat him up.’ I never told Mama about it ‘cause all she’d do was go over there and beat up Mrs. Biggs again.
I know Mama won’t let me work for Johnny Cooper because she’s worried somebody will think something bad about her. And Daddy won’t stand up to her. He never does. I’ll bet the guys at the wood yard think he’s some kinda’ henpecked. And I won’t ever have any money to take Ilene out cause I can’t find a job. She’ll probably get hooked up with somebody that’s got money…and I don’t blame her. It really was silly of me to think she would ever be my girlfriend. Her family is too normal. They probably have family meetings and stuff like that. A family meeting around here is like, ‘This is the way it’s gonna be. Like it or lump it.’ I really like Ilene, but I probably do need to get back to reality.
About that time Daddy stuck his head in my door and said, “I’ll talk to Johnny Cooper tomorrow and see when he wants you to start.”
“Huh? Mama ain’t gonna let me work for him!”
“You don’t worry about your Mama. Could you start Wednesday if he wanted you to?"
“Uh, yeah…I guess so. Sure, Wednesday’s good.” Then Daddy closed the door. Just like that. You know, the world has a way of making you look real bad whenever you get to feeling sorry for yourself. Maybe next time I see Ilene I’ll kiss her on the lips.
I had picked up our fishing stuff on my way to the house way before Woody made it back to Mama Pope’s. When he got there, Pate sent him on home. After while, Woody came knocking on the back door.
“He ain’t dead!” Woody yelled as I opened the door.
“Shush up! Keep your voice down,” I told him. “Don’t announce it to the neighbors.”
“There ain’t no neighbors and he ain’t dead. Somebody stopped and got him.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who got who? Somebody got Hannon?”
“Some fellers in a pickup truck. The car hit them and then wrecked and they got him and took him!” If it was anybody else besides Woody I would have said they were obviously in shock or something. But it being Woody, I really couldn’t tell because he was making about as much sense as usual.
“Start from the beginning and go slow,” I instructed. “Okay. I was gonna wreck the car off the bridge. But something didn’t go right and I jumped out the window and went into the creek. The car went straight down the road and was going real fast when a pickup truck came around the bend and hit it,” Woody was a little shaky as he was telling me about it.
“Did they hit head on?”
“Naw, naw…the truck dodged and they just swide-swiped each other. The car went off the road and hit a tree.”
“Who was in the truck?”
“If I knew who was in the truck don’t you think I’d have told you! Just some fellers, I don’t know who they were!”
“What kind of truck was it?” “A white truck. Kinda new, maybe a Ford, I done forgot. Anyway they got Hannon out of the wrecked car and sat him up. I saw him moving his head and hands and stuff, and then they got him up and took him over to their truck. He was kinda walkin’ and they put him up in the bed of the truck.”
“Oh, Lord. I don’t know if this is good or bad.” I was totally confused at this point. I didn’t have any idea on what to do next.
“Them fellers was sniffin’ their shirts after holdin’ up ol’ Hannon. I think they got some of the ‘shine on them. I almost got drunk just settin’ in the car with him.”
“This could be a good thing. No way he could have remembered how he got whiskey all over himself and he couldn’t have known how he got there…or did he wake up on the way?”
“Nope. He was out like a light the whole time.”
“Then, Woody…this may just be perfect.”
“Depends what he was talking to them fellers about.”
“Yeah, but he hit them with the car and he smelled like moonshine. This might have worked just as planned, only better. We had witnesses!” I was beginning to feel pretty good about this. This could turn out great. “Nobody saw you did they?”
“Nope. Stayed low in the seat. And then when I jumped out, I stayed in the ditch. They didn’t see me, I know.”
“Woody…All we need to do now is sit back and see what happens. Those guys are going to say he was drunk when he hit them.”
“I’m gonna go home and lay down. I’ve done had too much excitement for one day, besides I walked about a hunnert miles plus I jumped off a bridge. I’m gonna be some kinda sore tomorrow.”
“Your fishin’ stuff is in the carport. I picked it on my way home.”
“Hang on to it for me. You might want to put some water on them worms.” With that Woody limped out the back door and headed down the road.
“Yep,” I thought to myself, “This could be our finest hour!” That night at supper Daddy brought up the subject of Hannon’s wreck. Actually it wasn’t about Hannon’s wreck, but about his car being wrecked. The version Daddy heard had the car being stolen by some joy riders and then wrecked.
“Joy riders? What’s a joy rider” I asked. I hoped it wasn’t another way of saying me and Woody.
“Probably some kids,” Daddy responded.
“Now what in the world would get into a kid’s head to make him steal a police car?”, Mama asked.
“Yeah, Mama’s right. What would make a kid steal a police car? How do you know it was a kid? It coulda been a midget!”
“I don’t know it was a kid. I’m just telling you what I heard.”
“Where was the wreck?” I needed more information, but had to be real careful not to push it too far.
“Out on Gunner’s Creek Road. Melvin Simmons towed it in. I saw it at the Phillips station on my way home. Front end buggered up to a fair-dee-well.” Obviously Daddy had more info than he was lettin’ on.
“I don’t know what this world is coming to with kids doing such things,” Mama said.
“Mama, you don’t know it wasn’t a midget. How come you blame kids?”
“Coy, Jr. Shut up about the midget. There aren’t any midgets in Fullerton County and you know it.”
“Could be! You don’t know everybody.”
“Coy, Jr., don’t dispute my word. You’re fixing to find yourself settin’ in your room for the rest of the night!” Mama didn’t like it when I disputed her word.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“I don’t know who stole it, but they’ve probably got a right sizable knot on their head tonight. The windshield on the drivers side was busted like somebody’s noggin hit it.” Yeah, I knew Daddy was holdin’ out on the info. I wondered if he knew anything about what really happened. Sometimes if he knew I’d done something that would upset Mama, he wouldn’t say anything about it with her around. And if he knew me and Woody were responsible and said it, Mama would have knocked me into the middle of next week. Besides, she had a fork and knife handy. You don’t upset Mama if she has immediate access to a weapon.
“Changing the subject, the summer is almost half over. You know anywhere I can get a part time job?” I needed money in the event I got up the nerve to ask Ilene Crabtree out again.
“Johnny Cooper is lookin’ for some help paintin’ the gin.” Daddy replied.
“Coy, he is not going to spend his summer hanging around with THAT drunk!”
“Mama! I’m fifteen years old. I’ve seen drunk people before. Besides, he don’t drink like …well, like some people.” I almost said ‘like some of your folks.’ If I had, I would have spent the rest of the summer in a body cast.
“Ruby, working for somebody and ‘hanging around’ are two different things. I got no problem with Coy, Jr. working for Johnny Cooper. Besides, how many fifteen year olds ask for work anyway?”
“I just don’t think I’m going to stand for that, Coy Povine! If I say he can’t work for him, then, well sir, he WON’T be working for him!” Wow! This was getting way out of hand. All I wanted was a simple job to make a couple of bucks. And Daddy was treadin’ on thin ice. Actually I hadn’t ever seen Daddy give Mama any lip like this. Nobody talks to Mama like this and lives to tell about it.
“Hey, it’s not worth having a big fight over. I’ll find something else to do.”
“Coy. Jr., why don’t you take your plate to your room and finish eatin’ in there? Me and your mother need to discuss this.”
“You just sit right where you are, mister. As far as I’m concerned, this is settled,” Mama’s words were quick as she sat there with her arms crossed and stared a hole in Daddy.
“Well, Ruby…I guess you’re right. It is settled.” I figured Daddy would back down. All this on top of the day I had was almost more than I could handle. I wished I hadn’t even brought up the subject of working. And I guess I pushed the midget thing a little too far. Johnny Cooper wasn’t really a bad guy like Mama made out. Actually, some folks said he was a war hero. He was in Viet Nam and saw a bunch of people get killed. His little brother had told us that he was driving a truck load of kids and orphans and they got shot with a rocket or something. The truck wrecked and was on fire and Johnny saved some of the kids, but a bunch of them burned up. And that messed Johnny up for a long time. He said he felt like it wasn’t right that he lived and those kids didn’t. If it had been me, I’d have been glad to live. But I wasn’t there, so I don’t know how I would have handled it. Johnny started drinking a lot when he got back home. Thinking about it, today when Woody hit Hannon, I was glad he didn’t kill him. I hate Hannon, but I might have had a nervous breakdown or something if he’d died on us.
The phone started ringing and kinda ended supper for us. Mama answered it, as always.
“Hello. I can’t hear you, speak up! Who is this? Woody? Is that you? Well why are you whispering? Coy, Jr. It’s your idiot cousin.” I couldn’t believe Mama said that without covering the phone.
“Mama, Woody’s not an idiot. You shouldn’t…” Her eyes were making the hair on the back of my neck stand up, so I just took the phone and went into the other room to talk.
“Woody? What you want?”
“Coy, Jr. Mama said somebody stole a cop car today and wrecked it. This ain’t good,” Woody spoke so softly I could barely hear him. “Why are you whispering Woody?”
“’Cause I don’t want nobody to hear me. It ain’t safe.”
“Woody, we got to sit back and relax. Nobody is going to say nothin’. Hannon can’t say a word ‘cause we know too much about it. We just need to find out who those folks were that picked him up.”
“Now how we going to find out anything if we don’t ask questions? I ain’t no good at settin’ back and relaxin’.”
"Well, then Woody, don’t relax. Just sit around and worry.”
“Coy, Jr., we got to worry. Hannon’s gonna be gunnin’ for us.”
“Woody, just this morning you were telling me I was going to get an ulcer. Look who’s gonna get one now!”
“You worry about stupid stuff Coy, Jr. I only worry about big stuff.”
“WHAT? Woody, I’m hanging up before I get mad enough to come over there and beat the crap out of you. Stop worrying and relax.” And with that I hung up the phone. Hopefully, Woody will cool off a little and just wait and see what happens.
When I went back into the kitchen Mama and Daddy were going at it tooth and nail. I stopped short of the table and turned around and went to my room. All this Hannon junk and then Mama and Daddy fighting...I was beginning to see how a fellow could turn to drinking. Sometimes life was downright depressing around our house. Can’t talk to anybody about nothing or you’ll get a lecture on how you’re doing this wrong or ought to be ashamed of yourself for that. Sometimes it would be nice to have a family that you could say, ‘hey, ol’ Hannon wants to kill me. What do you think I should do?’ and get a decent answer. Instead, all I get is ‘GO TO YOUR ROOM!’ or ‘serves your right’ or ‘you wouldn’t be worried if you weren’t so bad all the time.’ Crap like that.
As long as I’m spillin’ my guts, let me tell you what’s real bad. It is so embarrassing to have a Mama that gets in fights, but acts like she’s better than everybody else. I love her and all that, but sometimes she just seems to only be interested in herself. One time she hit a woman at the dollar store because the woman got the last six-pack of RC and laughed when Mama said something to her. Mama tore the blouse half off of her and the woman ran out screaming. And do you know who the woman was? She was Tara Lee Biggs Mama. As in “Big Ol’” Tara Lee Biggs… who could whip any boy in the fifth grade. Guess what? I was in the fifth grade and she beat me to a pulp before the school bell rang the very next morning. There were about two hundred witnesses and every one of them laughed. To this day I see some of those folks and just know that they are looking at me and saying to themselves, ‘there’s that Povine boy that let a girl beat him up.’ I never told Mama about it ‘cause all she’d do was go over there and beat up Mrs. Biggs again.
I know Mama won’t let me work for Johnny Cooper because she’s worried somebody will think something bad about her. And Daddy won’t stand up to her. He never does. I’ll bet the guys at the wood yard think he’s some kinda’ henpecked. And I won’t ever have any money to take Ilene out cause I can’t find a job. She’ll probably get hooked up with somebody that’s got money…and I don’t blame her. It really was silly of me to think she would ever be my girlfriend. Her family is too normal. They probably have family meetings and stuff like that. A family meeting around here is like, ‘This is the way it’s gonna be. Like it or lump it.’ I really like Ilene, but I probably do need to get back to reality.
About that time Daddy stuck his head in my door and said, “I’ll talk to Johnny Cooper tomorrow and see when he wants you to start.”
“Huh? Mama ain’t gonna let me work for him!”
“You don’t worry about your Mama. Could you start Wednesday if he wanted you to?"
“Uh, yeah…I guess so. Sure, Wednesday’s good.” Then Daddy closed the door. Just like that. You know, the world has a way of making you look real bad whenever you get to feeling sorry for yourself. Maybe next time I see Ilene I’ll kiss her on the lips.
Posted by TBF at 8/5/2009 9:23 PM 
Categories: Humor
Tags: fishing job fighting moonshine jump off bridge Johnny Cooper Hannon wreck Coy
Categories: Humor
Tags: fishing job fighting moonshine jump off bridge Johnny Cooper Hannon wreck Coy
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8/5/2009 10:10 PM
The Biting Fly wrote:
The conclusion to Chapter 3. The plan takes an unexpected turn... -
8/11/2009 1:27 AM
The Biting Fly wrote:
I went to Petco this aftenoon to pick up some KMR (kitten milk replacement) formula for the kittens. Based on the price there appears to be a gold mine in milking cats. Obviously there would be an intitial cost of a shark proof suit, but judging from the prices, $8.00 for 8 fluid ounces, you could recover that fairly quickly. The powder is $24.00 for 14 ounces. Anyway, I can't figure out why folks take their dogs into Petco. Are they going to let them pick out something? You never see anyone bringing their fish with them, though. Walking down the aisle holding a fruit jar full of neon tetras, letting them decide on which food to buy...getting a new little pirate's treasure chest. Anyway, I bought the KMR, got some kitty roast beef (the vet fussed ... -
8/11/2009 1:30 AM
The Biting Fly wrote:
I went to Petco this aftenoon to pick up some KMR (kitten milk replacement) formula for the kittens. Based on the price there appears to be a gold mine in milking cats. Obviously there would be an intitial cost of a shark proof suit, but judging from the prices, $8.00 for 8 fluid ounces, you could recover that fairly quickly. The powder is $24.00 for 14 ounces. Anyway, I can't figure out why folks take their dogs into Petco. Are they going to let them pick out something? You never see anyone bringing their fish with them, though. Walking down the aisle holding a fruit jar full of neon tetras, letting them decide on which food to buy...getting a new little pirate's treasure chest. Anyway, I bought the KMR, got some kitty roast beef (the vet fussed ... -
8/11/2009 1:32 AM
The Biting Fly wrote:
I went to Petco this aftenoon to pick up some KMR (kitten milk replacement) formula for the kittens. Based on the price there appears to be a gold mine in milking cats. Obviously there would be an intitial cost of a shark proof suit, but judging from the prices, $8.00 for 8 fluid ounces, you could recover that fairly quickly. The powder is $24.00 for 14 ounces. Anyway, I can't figure out why folks take their dogs into Petco. Are they going to let them pick out something? You never see anyone bringing their fish with them, though. Walking down the aisle holding a fruit jar full of neon tetras, letting them decide on which food to buy...getting a new little pirate's treasure chest. Anyway, I bought the KMR, got some kitty roast beef (the vet fussed ... -
8/12/2009 11:25 PM
The Biting Fly wrote:
I went to Petco this aftenoon to pick up some KMR (kitten milk replacement) formula for the kittens. Based on the price there appears to be a gold mine in milking cats. Obviously there would be an intitial cost of a shark proof suit, but judging from the prices, $8.00 for 8 fluid ounces, you could recover that fairly quickly. The powder is $24.00 for 14 ounces. Anyway, I can't figure out why folks take their dogs into Petco. Are they going to let them pick out something? You never see anyone bringing their fish with them, though. Walking down the aisle holding a fruit jar full of neon tetras, letting them decide on which food to buy...getting a new little pirate's treasure chest. Anyway, I bought the KMR, got some kitty roast beef (the vet fussed ...
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