What's Best for little Wilfy?

My mom is pretty attached to my adorable little demon. He's really taken to country life and spends most of his time outside, chasing frogs and playing with other cats. He communicates with the horse and possibly the new goat and really, he just can't go back to apartment life (according to my guilt-tripping mother).

Well, it seems like the right thing to do is leave him there in Crapbox, Indiana. It's a tough choice because I love the eff out of that fuzzy little a-hole and his playful destructiveness will be missed. He's now vengefully pooping in my mother's bathtub instead of mine and love-mauling other kitties instead of my face.

*sniff sniff*
I guess it's for the best. My sweet little alpha male. . .
*sniff sniff*