HELLO. I am CRAZED SPUTNIK. I have been fed many, many catnip-based treats by my overly enthusiastic bipedal niece and nephew. I think they were trying to win my affections. But then one of my usual bipeds SWITCHED ON A LIGHT. And it made SHADOWS ON THE CEILING. And I MUST CATCH THEM HO YES.
THEY ARE TRYING TO ESCAPE. I must go HIGHER.
HEIGHT ACHIEVED. THREAT DEFUSED.
Little help now, please, bipeds.
Bipeds? WHY YOU LEAVE? Ungrateful bipeds will be punished. PUNISHED I TELL YOU.
(Concerned viewers will be pleased to know that Sputnik managed a most spectacular leap from the top rafter to the bed of his own accord. After such an exhausting escapade, immediate napping was required.)