Answer:
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
When they are caught, they are thrown away. When they escape, you itch all day.
It can be white or blue or black, Humped or have a horn. And when it talks it sings its menuets, as it's travelling the depths.
How a big, hibernating mammal would show affection.
Bumpy form of transportation in desert cultures.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
Animal
Difficult
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?