I cradle eggs in a woven throne, High above ground, safe and alone. No door or lock, yet feathered kin rest What am I, where fledglings are blessed?

It's a fruit that is shaped like a bubble. With a crease down one side your hands they may slide but grabbing it could get you in trouble.

I have my feet in the water all day long, unlike other crops, that would just rot. I am a staple in many kitchens, I even have my own special cooking pot.

Come Along, I used to say to my childhood, little, multiple-colored cat, Like I'd -ever- She'd glare back, so tough, but of course, I soon her footsteps in tow, Come On! What kind of kitty-cat did I have?

If stars and planets fill you with glee, this is definitely the place to be.