Answer:
Slithery critters with a taste for dirt.
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 big ears and a trunk and I never forget. What am I?
What has four paws nine lives And are lazy
I have legs but seldom walkอพ I backbite many but never talkอพ I seek places that can hide me because those that feed me cannot abide me
A doctor might remove one from the neck of a Dracula victim.