Answer:
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
What spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals and hides at night?
John Lennon sang about being this toothy creature.
What jumps when it walks & sits when it stand?
What is always coming but never arrives?