We have a narrow table under the window in the front room. Mom calls it her staging table ~ it's kind of like her desk, actually.
The table is a short leap from the back of our couch so I often like to exercise my power to be airborne and jump on over there...usually crashing into the wall in the process.
I've been known to climb up my scratching post, though, to get to the table. And once I'm there, I love to pull all the pins out of that little covered piece of bulletin board. Never a dull moment around here.