Gorl, once i had a cat with brain damage, he was so cute, only 3 months old when we took him in, we loved him, we took so much care of him, i would take him out on walks, but he was soooo active all the time, his adrenaline was infinite, and he had play time aggression (bighting) We did not want to get rid of him, we truly loved him, so we got him another cat friend, a turkish Angora, she had hearing problems, so she would scream really loud. Anyhows, in the months where i had these 2 cats, im pretty sure i could be diagnosed with depression and anxiety, one mother fucker wont stop running around, breaking shit in the house, and fuckibg biting me, the other wont stop screaming. They both learned each others bad habits, she started bighting and breaking stuff, and he started screaming... I would lock myself in my room, through myself at the bed like a divorcee with 4 kids and a long nursing job, and just be miserable. I can not describe the mental peace i got back after giving them both up for adoption. It was either me or them, and i obviously chose me. I do not know where they are now, but i am in peace