Answer:
What has a coat? Hugs you not in sympathy? Whose smile you'd rather not see? Whose stance is a terrible thing to see? Who is it that brave men run away from? Whose fingers are clawed? Whose sleep lasts for months? And who's company we shunt?
Dark, feathery, and popular in Baltimore and fantasy books.
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
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.
I'm a bird that can repeat the words you say. What am I?
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.