Answer:
Where did the baseball keep its lemonade?
I am a sound made by felines when petted.
I am black and white and full of fuzz
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
I have four fingers and a thumb, but I'm not living. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.