I have whiskers and webbed feet, but I do not have flippers nor a lot of blubber. I am known for using stones as a 'clubber'..

Oft have I wings but do not fly, unless you bear me 'cross the sky. I hold tight on for purpose bloody, but I'm no vampire; I'm your buddy! For my job, stigma is born. From those by whom I'm never worn.

I’m a tasty treat that can double as a unit of measure. Be careful not to slip.

I am a place that carnivores love, Though eat at me too often and the oil might send you above. A depression was afoot when a colonel got an idea for me, And later created my first branch in Utah though he started in Kentucky

I arrive when the school day ends, like a gift wrapped in dread, I take over your night while you’d rather be in bed. I multiply when ignored, like socks in the wash, and no, your dog didn’t eat me, don’t be that posh.