Hi -- I'm Flash.

My pal Ed Kurtz wrote a book. Ed is 92 years old. That's 14.3 in cat years.

Ed has just one little chapter about me, can you imagine? His book is full of boring stuff like stories about people and places and adventures. I don't know why he needs all those friends and relatives. He's got me.

Actually, it was all my idea. I asked Ed to write a book so he would make lots of paper come out of his paper dispenser (he calls it a "printer"). I love to get my claws on those fresh white sheets. Ed says the result is cat-a-strophic. I have not told him yet, but I am planning to start a confetti company.

I really look up to Ed. (I have to, he's 6'2".)