I Think My Dad’s Gone Crazy

I don’t know what the hell daddy is doing. Ever since mom left and went into the computer box, daddy has been acting strange.

I used to really like laying on the floor, but he ripped that up. I used to like hanging out in the living room and the dining room, but he filled that full of junk. And don’t get me started on my den! There’s not even room to catch a ball… but I do it anyway.

But life is tough here. He won’t let me near all of the loud tools and he hasn’t left a plate out in the dishwasher in weeks! He ripped up all the counters, so there has been no chance of catching a stray bell pepper chunk or fresh mushroom. There’s never any bread left out… not even an errant piece of cheese.

But today, I finally got my dream. I got to be around ALL of the food. See? The good stuff that’s not in the big cold box. But something must have happened, because it wasn’t nearly as great as I thought it would be. It’s not all gravy when, you know, there’s no gravy.

Apparantly daddy was upset that there was no food there either, because first, he looked everywhere:

And then he looked real good:

And apparantly he got upset, because here’s what the cupboards looked like a couple hours later.

He kept smashing the cabinets with this big hammer and ripping them off the wall. I don’t know what he was doing, but it sure was loud! I pretty much slept through the whole thing, though, and when I woke up, the kitchen looked like nothing was there.

So there it is everybody. Photographic evidence that my dad has gone crazy. I still get fed pretty regularly, though, so it’s not all bad.

-Jazzy