My Husband = Genius

We have two cats, Clover and Dakota. They eat prescription (read: expensive!) cat food due to Clover's recurring urinary tract, bladder and kidney issues. The special food is high calorie though, and causes them to gain weight, so we mix it with another (expensive) prescription weight control food. Of course, going into the long weekend, they were running out of both types of food. Not a big deal, we stopped into the vet while running errands this morning and $45 and 2 small bags of food later, we were on our way.

Fast forward to this afternoon. Both boys were napping (score!) and I was attempting to get some chores done. Clover would not.quit.whining to be fed, so I grabbed both bags of food and dumped them both into the big plastic Rubbermaid container we keep the food in. I noticed as I was mixing it that the weight control food was bigger than it usually was....strange. So I check the bag.

Crap.

It's not cat food, it's dog food. And now it is mixed with the special urinary food, which is indeed cat food.

Crap.

So I now have (expensive) cat and dog food mixed together, no food to feed the cats and the vet is now closed for the three day weekend. I was tempted to cry.

I told Armando, and after thinking about it for a minute, he says "Well, we just need to find something that will sift out the cat food from the dogfood!"

I'm thinking "That would be great, honey, if only such a thing EXISTED! But, really, how are you going to find something with holes big enough to let the cat food fall through but not big enough to let the dog food fall through?"

Leave it to my husband. He grabbed his vegetable basket for his grill (it looks something like this, only more bowl shaped) , a bucket, and a trash bag. He attached the trash bag to the grilling basket, then took a scoop of cat/dog food and proceeded to sift the cat food as if he were panning for gold.

OMG, it worked. Like a charm. In fact, it worked so well, that soon both of us were sitting on the kitchen floor, sifting the food, and laughing at the hilarity of it all.

My husband? Genius. We'd be rich if it weren't for the fact that his crazy invention has no selling ability whatsoever. Too bad. But at least it lets me take back and exchange the (expensive) dog food for an (equally expensive) bag of cat food when the vet opens on Tuesday.

And they better give me my money back.