Mom, oh mom....

Ever since the start of the semester I've been daddy's little girl. Oh, not literally! just the fact that I'm always at dad's office after 5 (usually ransacking his fridge for chocolate cakes and iced latte), made his secretary and the others think I'm daddy's little girl.
That aside, mom asked me whether I've stopped hanging out in his office. I said :you're kidding? I've been there everyday! And I even know his what-nots: the fact that he 'threw away' his desktop computer and only uses his laptop, not too long ago. by the way, why did he do that?
And mom's been thinking the same thing. Because later she asked me whether 'all his data is in the laptop'. And I said, yeah, I could even open it. (mistake of hinting to mom that I finally figured out his new password).
Around two in the morning while I was watching Cardcaptor Sakura on Animax, mom suddenly tiptoed to the TV room where I was. And I was like: Mom, are you doing your homework too? And she said: Shh!
In her arms was dad's laptop (mom has her own so this immediately looks suspicious). And she was like: You can do it (open it), right? Before I could say anything, she On-ned the laptop (after she figured out how to open the clasp). And what can I do? I typed dad's password (by the way, for the world to see, it is hmd1200). So, mom went on opening every file (especially the picture viewer) and checking all the paper files in his laptop bag.
As she does that, I cannot stop thinking. What if dad realizes that mom woke up? And grabbed his laptop and go to the outside the room? Of course I'm the immediate accomplice, because I'm the only tech whiz around the house after my bro went to Uni. What if we were caught? I kept thinking that I am 'teaching' my mom to be distrustful to dad, since I told her how I could crack his password, or ransack his desk, etc. Then my mom and dad would split up...and I'd be burned to hell for separating two (supposedly) lovers.
There I was with my own laptop on my side, doing my chemist homework and mom on the other trying to pry open the picture viewer. She was pretty suspicious of everything, saying "Who's that in the picture?", "Who's this?", "Where is this?" and so on. Whatever I thought of those pictures, I can only say "No, I don't know. Probably some co-workers", or "That was a recent picture".
I thought about telling mom on dad, but I realized that it was the stupidest action that I could ever do (except that time where I starved myself for 24 hours to kill all the microbes in my colon), so I kept quiet. And mom's been reading that Pandora file on dad's laptop, and all she could say was "Stupid!". Oh mom, that was soo over! get a grip....(that's what I said to her, anyway)
This sucks.
And what more sucks?
Last night as I was staying up I heard a loud thud. Usually, Id figure out that it's my cat Shiro and open up the door for her, but tonight I said "Serves you right Shiro! That's for late night partying with friends".
Was that Shiro then? This morning I saw dad peering through the window. He asked me "I haven't seen that old cabinet smashed to smithereens like this. Have you? Last night it wasn't like this".
That's right.
And the cabinet doors, albeit removed was arranged neatly behind the old sofa. And the wedges on the cabinet had broke and frayed, as if someone's leaning or standing on it.
That cabinet was right on the side of a high fence. On a two-meter wall.
Why didn't that person just use the door?