Big Cat

I have a cat named Big Cat.
She is as old as me.
Within her presence I seem to feel free.
Her fur is as rough as guts.
She uses it to scare the town’s mutts.
When she stretches the sound of creaking wood rings to the ears.
One of the reasons is because of her aging years.
My mates Mitch and Jamie always want to pet her.
But I know I always do it better.
Her meow is as quiet as a mouse.
You can’t hear her out of the house.
I love Big Cat just as many do.
I will always care for her through and through.