Help, I'm Dressed as the Tyrant's Cat

I, the 996 social animal, died suddenly at my workstation. He woke up as a cat, pure white, fluffy, and with a pink pad. Very good. Very cute. Very suitable for being cute. But here comes the problem The owner of this cat is a tyrant, the kind who kills without batting an eye and chops down dozens of people a day. And I was lying on his lap, listening to him criticize the memorial. "Cut." "Everyone in the family was killed." "The three Yi tribes." I was so scared that my tail exploded. Then the tyrant looked down at me and touched my head: "Is your beloved cat frightened? Someone, drag the sneezing one out and feed it to the tiger." ... Just because I sneezed? ? ? I decided to save myself. Step one: Make the tyrant like me and not be able to kill me. Step 2: Learn to write and reason with him. Step three: Stop him from continuing to kill people and save the world. The plan was perfect. But after the tyrant discovered that I could write, his first sentence was "You can write? That's great. Help me approve the memorial." ... I am a cat, brother! ! !