I never realized how miserable animals make me until they're gone. When the cat got out and didn't come back, I was so much happier. When the rabbit died, I jumped for joy. I can't stand fucking animals in my house or near me.. They bark at night keeping me awake, their tails are constantly knocking shit over and breaking things. They will get into food that is left out, etc, etc, etc. The bastards go into my room when I'm not here. Their hair is fucking gross and it makes it hard to breath.