We had such great hope that Constantine would dive into the beautiful and yummy chocolate cupcake that we put in front of him. Instead, we had to coerce him into touching the mud ball and once he did he winced and whined that his hands were dirty. He then went on to fuss in between me forcing him to touch the cake and me having to feed him some bites. It was, by far, the most unclimatic moment of my life. I know, it's not always all about me.
I can't believe it took me 35 years to meet you. You were well worth wait!! Constantine, we love you so very much!!!
Let me first preface this by saying that we keep Constantine in a gated area to keep him safe from all the perils of the kitchen, bathrooms, bedrooms, etc. Lately he has figured out how to get by one of the gates so naturally I created some sort of barrier to discourage him. Discourage him it did not...
Soon after he pillaged a village and ate a throw pillow.