How do I become more functional and less violent when sleep-deprived?

I've drowned two and strangled one for being such god fucking awful creatures (such as being nasty to my first cat I still have and who is nice, or doing what yours does plus more). If you go the strangle route, make sure to do it in the bathtub, they'll piss themselves/everywhere. Learned that the hard way. My husband still thinks our last is living out his days roaming a country farm catching mice and getting pet by some old bitch who loves cats.

>>18143381
The point of a pet is to make your life more pleasant. If it doesn't, pass it on to someone or a shelter.

I took him back to the shelter.

>>18143381
You took him to the vet, right?

When cats (and dogs) misbehave or refuse to leave you in peace, 99% of the time it's being caused by something preventable, whether it's physical or emotional. If you're not prepared to put in the legwork (and $$) to figure out what, then you have no business owning an animal.

Remember that before you adopt another pet.

>>18143470
I'm not going to get one again.

I've beheaded several pet cats before. Never for misbehaving however.

Once our pet cat became gravely ill. Possibly due to the fact that my wife accidentally punted him (She was running in the hallway at night) and then a day later i accidentally stepped on him full force after a long night of video games.

The little fella was so sick he was shitting blood. She also just had kittens but she was practically a kitte herself, so maybe thats what sickened her. Well anyways, I had to put her down and I could not think of a more noble way to put a creature down than a clean beheading with an axe.

My next beheading was her child. Not too long ago actually. He was attacked by dogs. They crushed his spine. He couldn't walk. And with the swing of my mighty axe, I sent hunter to meet his mother in the afterlife. *Chop*

the next killing was an annoying stray that broke into home and snuck into the attic. I had to set up multiple traps just to catch the bastard. Once i caught him in a cage i began to carry him down from the attic. That's when he escaped his cage. Somehow is slipped between an opening in the box cage. He then went mad in my house. I chased him around every room. He knocked over my coffee machine. He scratched me. Bit me. Etc.

Fuck it. I went for the axe and came back in. The little shit was now resting on the kitchen table.

*Sneak up behind him*, heh. nothing personal cat.

And with 1 fell swoop his life had ended. Right before my very eyes. Dead on the table, His twitching body pressed against my cold steel. His head lay motionless on the floor. Gone like that.

I hate cats. And dogs.