Answer:
Soft hairy from door to door. I am the pet that always stays on the floor.
I have no life but I can die. What am I?
Though it be cold I wear no clothes the frost and snow I never fear; I value neither shoes nor hose And yet I wander far and near: My diet is forever good I drink no cider port nor sack what Providence doth send for food I neither buy nor sell nor lack.
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths.
I am a type of weapon for SCI-FI characters
I fly to any foreign parts assisted by my spreading wings. My body holds an hundred hearts Nay I will tell you stranger things when I am not in haste I ride and then I mend my pace anon.