To feel ravenously murderouse toward a cat

I love love love cats and know that they are far better than all dogs (except a few) but one day, I let this cat come up to me. I did not look him in the eye and I was quite calm...then he opened wide and bit the hell out of my forehead. Shocked, I pulled him off and saw him trot quickly to my right, I smiled to myself as I wiped my forehead of the streaming blood down my face and licked my fingers till it stopped but only so passers by wouldn't notice the blood and pay attention to me. I chuckled to myself knowing what I was about to do, and even though I had never ever attacked anything in my life, I slowly went up to the kitty with all smiles saying "aww, come here kitty, it's ok" and he trotted in front of a door then he trustingly sat there as if ready to accept my apologies for pissing him off. So I cocked back my leg....then I kicked it as hard as I possibly could. He gave a hiss upon flying in the air then ran and I immediately ran after. It reminded me of something you'd see on National Geographic. I was so crazy with rage that I was laughing with tears down my face. I wanted him to die soooooo badly. So he ran into a bush and I managed to throw a heavy rock on top of him as hard as I could then he ran again. I chased but he ran under cars and I lost him. I saw him a few weeks later and managed to sweet talk him until he was close enough for me to slam a glass bottle over his head but it didn't break unfortunately and he ran. Had he been knocked out, I would have killed him with my teeth just to feel his death myself and I want him to feel it too. Then I'll skin him and use his brain for tanning and use his tail to keep his teeth in until I can figure out a design to make a necklace out of them. I WANT TO FREAKIN KIILLL HIM SO BADLY I CAN TASTE THE FUR AND BLOOD. so, is it normal :)~