I am playing hide and seek with the human female. Well, it’s not so much an organized game of hide and seek as it is her wanting to find me to discuss my attitude and my mischief and me not wanting to be on the receiving end of one of her tiresome tirades.
She’ll never find me here. What’s she going to do with all of these paper shreds, do you suppose?
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Loki Speaks... 
Loki, it’s not as though I’m trying to save your life, but that is NOT a good hiding place. Does the term ‘recycling’ ring a bell?