Sometimes we have to hide from things. Stupid storms require hiding. When my Human is on a photo taking rampage, we sometimes hide. Sometimes we hide from each other.
That stupid Lex likes to hide from me. He needs to stop that, because how else am I going to be able to tell him that he's stupid?! He's not very good at hiding, though. He likes to hide behind the couch.
We can sometimes hear and smell cats, but we seldom see them. I think they are hiding, too. (Apparently they do a better job of hiding than Lex does.)
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