Help! I Transmigrated into the Tyrant's Cat

I was a 996 office drone, and I suddenly died at my desk. When I woke up, I had become a cat: pure white, fluffy, with a pink paw pad. Great. Adorable. Perfect for looking cute. But here's the problem: My owner is a tyrant, the kind who kills without batting an eye and has dozens of people executed in a day. And I'm lying on his lap, listening as he reviews memorials. “Execute him.” “Execute his entire family.” “Exterminate three generations.” My tail puffed up in terror. Then the tyrant looked down at me and stroked my head. “Has my beloved cat been startled? Guards, drag out the one who sneezed and feed him to the tiger.” ...All because someone sneezed??? I decided to save myself. Step one: Make the tyrant like me so he won't kill me. Step two: Learn to write and reason with him. Step three: Stop him from killing people and save the world. The plan was perfect. But when the tyrant discovered I could write, his first words were: “You can write? Excellent. Help me review these memorials.” ...I'm a cat, man!!!