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I am an animal named after the animal that I eat.
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
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
What peels like an onion but still remains whole?
The homes of tiny creatures that collect in corners if you aren't vigilant about dusting.
It can be cracked, It can be made, It can be told, it can be played. What is it?