Where in the World is Willard Kraft? Part 10
"Stupid flea," Salem grumbled as he sat on the kitchen counter trying to enjoy his breakfast. Willard Kraft had been living on his ear for fourteen hours now and the cat didn't know how much longer he could stand it. He raised a paw and was just about to scratch when Hilda came in.
"Salem, no!" she cried as she pointed and the cat froze in place. "What do you think you're doing? You know that you can't scratch! Do you want Zelda to be in jail for the rest of her life?"
"But Hilda, he's driving me crazy!" Salem whined. "He doesn't want to do anything fun and he hates all of the tv shows I like! He tried to make me watch Bowling for Dollars! He keeps biting me too! I can't take this anymore!"
"Salem, I know Willard Kraft is annoying. Believe me, no one knows how annoying he is better than me, but you can't do anything to him," Hilda said. "We have to put up with him until we can figure out how to change him back though. If anything happens to him, Zelda's going to wind up in prison for the rest of her life."
"Like that's a big deal," Salem grumbled. "Being a cat's a hundred times worse."
"It isn't for Zelda. I think she's about to snap," Hilda said as she picked up the phone book. "Listen, Salem, I have to call some people to see if I can raise the rest of Zelda's bail money. I don't know how much longer she can take jail. Why don't you go and take a nice nap? Maybe if you're quiet, Willard won't bother you."
