100 years
Salem yawned; stretchingand promptly fell off the bed, hitting his nose on the hardwood floor. "Okay, owe." He murmured, reaching up a hand to rub his tender nose. He then frowned and blinked sleepily at his hand, no pawno, wait...it was a hand. A human hand with thumbs and everything.
He fell over onto his side, his arm to weak to hold him up as he stared dumbstruck at the hands he hadn't seen in close to 25 years. A few minutes later he got over his shock as Mother Nature decided to call upon him.
The sound of a flush followed Salem as he came out of the bathroom, wiping his hands on a towel. He paused at the top of the stairs, staring down the steps before slowly, carefully making his way down. It had been a while since he had walked on only two legs and he was a bit unsteady regarding the whole matter. He paused at the bottom and smiled as he reflected on the situation. He was human againa man againa naked man again.
Sabrina screamed, staring at the naked man in front of her. "Who the hell are you?! Aunt Hilda!"
Hilda Spellman came running into the living room from the kitchen, skidding to a stop in her little bunny slippers. "Whoa, nice hottie, you didn't tell me you brought a man home last night."
"I didn't." Sabrina said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Did Aunt Zelda?"
"She didn't even come home last night, she's till at that egghead convention."
"So that brings us back to, Who the hell are you?" She asked Salem.
"Come on, Sabrina, you know who I am." Salem said, pouting slightly. "I've only shared a room with you for eight years!"
"Nooo, you haven't."
"Yes I hav.."
Just then a ding was heard in the kitchen and all three went running to see what the toaster had to say.
Hilda grabbed the letter holding it above her head, waving it to cool it off a tad. "I will read it." She told the other two grabbing for it and she turned away from them, scanning the contents of the letter. "Oh! Salem's sentence is up."
"WHAT?!" Sabrina snatched the letter from her aunt's hands. "We of the Witches Council do so declare that one, Salem Saberhagen is granted his parole due to the extensive good works said person has done in his time as one of the feline species.' Are they talking about the same Salem Saberhagen that we all know and sort of love?"
"One and only." Salem said, grabbing the letter. He grinned as he read the words over twice. "YES! I'm freeeeee!" He shouted.
Sabrina stared at him. "Salem?"
Salem just grinned at her before picking her up, spinning her around the kitchen.
"Whoa happy boy, first things first, WHAT good works could you have possibly done?"
Salem shrugged, setting Sabrina on her feet. "No clue Hildy but if the Witches Council says I've done some then by golly I must have."
Hilda rolled her eyes, massaging her forehead. Where was Zelda when you needed her?