Stick it to the wall - it’ll likely fall. Stick it to the fridge - it forms a bridge. They go together if aligned just right - But aligned alike? I link with a fight.

In every kitchen, I am found I'll turn your cheese into a mound Of finely shredded tasty bits Just keep an eye out on your mits

I’m a place where people sometimes walk or sit. I’m above what you live in but not part of the sky. I hold tiles, antennas, and sometimes a cat. I’m often stepped on but rarely noticed. What am I?

I bloom when rain clouds cry, but offer shade beneath the sky. What am I?

Invisible force wielders that attract or repel, their poles dance an eternal tango on fridges and desks.