The Fuzzy Robe

Well, we were snowed in this weekend. I use the term we to include, my Mommy, me and unfortunately, my Daddy. I was content enough to watch "Lost" from my house and everything would have been fine if Daddy didn't put on his big fuzzy, blue robe and proceed to lounge around in it all day. It disgusts me to my core. My Mommy allows it and that makes me sick to my stomach. He already acts like a king without the robe. On the weekends I can't make any noise because my Daddy might get upset. I can't sleep with my Mommy or play with her because my Daddy might feel threatened. I live with all of these conditions when he is around, but the robe is insulting and just throws it all in my face.