I prowl, I growl, I stalk, I pounce; I’ll eat your kibble, but may prefer mouse.

Where am I? A crumpled piece of paper, Off the board and in the hoop. Phones a ringing, printers singing and a coworker named Schrute.

With ears that stretch and stubborn will, A beast of burden at the till. Some of my other names may sound quite crass, But it's not my fault that I'm an ass.

Complete the phrase. All work and no play made Jack?

I give you wings but can’t truly fly. I’m also famous for a question no one can answer. What am I?