Frank's Butt

          My apologies to anyone receiving cryptic emails from me or not receiving replies to emails sent to me last night.  As I was enjoying a comforting bowl of perogies with alfredo sauce and reading through emails, Frank had an alfredo craving and planted himself on the keyboard to be in sniping range.  I managed to keep him from moving in for the kill on my supper, but was not in time to keep his butt from pushing every key on the keyboard several dozen times.  
          The text on my email page is now in a rainbow of colors and it appears that several items have evaporated into cyberspace.  Heaven only knows where all the characters he typed ended up.

Frank is capable of sitting beside the keyboard