This cat has been keeping us awake for the last two weeks; all day all night, except for a couple of hours in the afternoon, she's on a prow. There's a skinny gray one that keeps her company, and possibly the giant black-and-white as well, but they remain relatively quiet.
This one likes to test her lungs in front of our garage door (which is right under our bedroom), right outside our kitchen, or on our picnic table as seen here, and no high tech ear plugs can quieten her. So every night we lay awake, imagining cartoon-style revenges we could inflict on her, while about all I can do is to throw a glass full of water in the general direction, which is effective for about three minutes.
I am not a cat person; I am a dog person.
Update: late last night, Ben found this one digging the bulbs out of my garden. However, it wasn't on the prow; does this mean the romantic season is over, or was it just too cold last night?