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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?
He is not the skinniest of felines.
Cute hares that hop and deliver eggs at Easter are called by this nickname
I'm a lion with a human head. Guess my Riddle or you'll be dead.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?