Feline Troubles

I lay myself flat. I am a cat. I've nibbled a rat's ear. Today and yesteryear. It tasted dank. But smelled delicious. I will check the cup last drank. As well as the human’s dishes. He asks me to leave the kitchen. But I just slowly curl in my favorite position. He wants me to show him affection. But I have no such intention. For I no longer want to be your supposed slave. Want you no longer as a delusional master. I heard you speak of me to shave. But you can not have my fur of alabaster. I am not your cat. And that is that.