About a Cat

We have a cat who lives, on cold days, in a basket in our house.
Here's a picture of her.

There once was a kitten tossed up in a basket
Forty-nine times as high as the moon,
And what she was doing I scarcely dared ask it
For in her mouth she carried a spoon
O Kitty! O Kitty! O Kitty! I cried,
What are you doing there up so high.
I'm licking the stars from off the sky.
I shall be with you by and by.