Bree has a thing for tables. Every sunday we used to go to Mum's for lunch. We would take Bree and Xena with us. One sunday after lunch, the women were sitting in the lounge and Terry and my brother were in the dining room (co-joined rooms) We hear the clink of glasses and look over to find Bree standing on the dining room table

We all stared gobsnacked for a few seconds and then I realised she wouldn't be able to jump down because she would slip on the tablecloth. The "men" sat doing nothing till I got Terry motivated to lift her off "sigh"
She also gets on the glass patio table if she can.