What do you call a prevaricating Panthera?

I have four legs and a coat of bright white, Covered in spots that are dark as the night. I ride on big trucks that are painted bright red, With sirens that scream as we hurry ahead.

Day fades beneath the darkening sky, Night wakes as bright colors die. I linger where the two worlds meet, Brief, fading, quiet, incomplete. Think of shiny bloodsuckers deep in love, When gold and shadow fit in like a glove.

Light, polish, crafts, and balm, Solid and subtle scent in your palm.

I'm a cute little bug with a glowing butt!!