Mom, dad and the boy came home from the mall, and guess where they found me. You got it. On the dining room table. Trouble is, once I jump up there, I can't jump back down. So I end up staying there for a while (an hour or so). I pretty much knock everything off the table, so it's all scattered on the floor and mom comes home to a mess. And me doing the dance of "GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!" on the table. I guess I will never learn.