[Some quiet muttering.]
... At least that insipid month is over.
Although, a bunch of furballs is hardly my idea of an improvement...
[Now there were cats everywhere. Hank isn't a people person, much less an animal person, so once again he finds himself on the roof. Unfortunately, this doesn't necessarily mean he's escaped them.]
(ooc: Hank's on the roof, being a grumpy gus, in a vain attempt to escape the cat loss. He should now better by now.)