Answer:
This small creature kills even the largest one.
Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals and hides at night?
It is a cat but not a kitty, You'll never catch on in a city. Its fangs are huge and so its claws, A death machine with paws and jaws. In its own way a royal fellow, Striped with black and clothed in yellow
I have black skin but I look white, What am I?
A man walks out of a house that has four walls all facing north. A bird walks past him. What is it?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?