I’m the first three of five, when you do something in excess. I sound like a place you’ve gone, in the past nonetheless. If trash is around and it needs a place, I’ll take it happily. In a somewhat different form I’m a vessel to store your items, stack me on top of me.

Don't bother me, I'll bother you! With claws and fur I'll quarrel. The first half of me sounds like the mood I'm in, though I'm not really amoral. My second half: Remove the e, I'm simply just a growl. I can be quite the honey, then undaunted I will prowl.

I begin by tricking you into thinking I've to do with canes or shoots, but the way I end will leave you

I’m given before I’m earned, yet sometimes change after I’m grown. I can vanish from memory, but still follow you everywhere. What am I?

Note - The solution is missing al at the end because it too long. A major anniversary this summer, though my European friends likely are not impressed and my Asian friends likely think, that’s all?