This cat parent is facing a purrplexing dilemma: a 16-year-old Bengal with a meowssive case of separation anxiety. Ever since the boyfriend moved in, the bedroom door stays closed at night, and the feline drama has reached catastrophic levels. Starting around 2 a.m., their high-strung, vocal kitty unleashes a symphony of yowls. So intense her voice goes hoarse. The humans, meanwhile, are feline frazzled, fueled by earplugs, white noise, and a growing pile of neighbor complaints.

Despite trying clawver solutions like bedtime play, cozy sleep spots, meds, and even a feline frenemy foster experiment, nothing has quieted the nightly opera. This poor cat mom, a recent college grad living in a clawstrophobic NYC apartment, is torn between love for her senior cat and her own unraveling sanity. She's tried to make it work, pawsitively everything short of speaking cat, but she's running on empty.

Now, with a rehoming option that feels less than ideal, she's stuck between a rock and a hard purrlaced. It's a heart-wrenching scenario, and she's desperately seeking advice from anyone who's ever felt the purrils of feline night shifts.

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The Cat Distribution System truly knows its audience. When it delivered a tiny furball to a household full of Star Wars fans, the Force was strong - and so was the urge to pick the perfect name. Around our office, we've also got cat pawrents who proudly named their cats after beloved nerdy icons:

1. "Mine's named Gandalf, because he's old, wise, has a fabulous beard, and yells dramatically at closed doors. Every time he blocks the hallway, I half expect him to shout 'You shall not pass!' at the dog."
2. "My tabby girl is called Ezio, from Assassin's Creed. She's an absolute stealth queen - jumps from furniture like a trained assassin and gives off major rooftop parkour energy. The only thing she's ever 'assassinated' is my socks."
3. "We have a Tortie named Ripley, after Ripley from Alien, obviously. Fierce, fearless feline, and constantly picking fights with things bigger than her. The vet says she's small for her age - I say she's just compact chaos."
4. "My cat? Garrus Vakarian, the best companion from Mass Effect. Because he's loyal, broody, and has a crooked little nose. Also, I like to pretend we calibrate things together when I'm working from home. Best space boyfriend. I mean - cat. Best space cat."

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Good meowrning, feline fam. Can you imagine living your whole life in an animal shelter? It must be pawsitively terrible. Her meowther gave birth to her and her siblings while she was in the shelter, and ever since then, she's been waiting to be adopted by her furrever hooman. Spending most of her day in a cage, she didn't know anything except rescue life and the few times they let her out to play. That is, until 7 years later, when she and her hooman finally met.

She finally got adopted by the kind man in this post, and now they go everywhere together! She climbs on his shoulders and struts her stuff while he walks around and does his hooman things. It's a clear case of true love, and we're here for it. For all of you out there who are considering getting a new cat, please give the long-time residents a chance. They've been waiting just for you!

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It only takes one cat to convert someone into being a cat purrson. Do you remember which kitty converted you into the feline fanatic you are today, fam? We do. It was our childhood cat, 'Meow'. Yes, we named her Meow, but we were also 2-years-old, so cut us some slack. She was a tortoiseshell who was literally the sweetest cat in the whole world. She would headbutt us for hours, requesting pets, and we loved to love her. She was the purrfect cat.

We were introduced to our soul cat at an early age, but not everyone is so lucky. Some people awaken their feline-loving side much later in life, but once they do, they're cat-lovers fur life. The woman in this post even admitted she 'wasn't even a cat person', until she went one day and a fluffy gray feline hugged her and refused to let go. 7 years later, they're living happily ever after - and if that isn't purrfect, we don't know what is.

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