I am a history of the world in one object

I have been around for eons. My kind has always roamed and stalked, toyed with and toyed without. I am noble and nobility. I am wild and I am wilful, fierce and fragile . I know what it is like to be worshipped and yet know that I am mere cat (that is a clever joke). I have known Attenboroughs and Eliots, Daniels and Davids. I inspire all humankind and remain aloof from adoration and interaction. I depend from my own free will, and am never dependable.

But I have this against you

you have forsaken your first love, like the Ephesians

I am not one of those  hundred objects.

You have cattle. reindeer, and a bull.

I am excluded Mr Macgregor.