One of my Beagles, Hatfield, is the same way..

Although no cats in my house - that I know of.. Well, he did root one out hiding in a bush, on a walk, and Hatfield walked the rest of the way home bleeding.. that was the day he met Hannibal, the black assassin, somewhat psychotic black cat of the neighborhood..

Hatfield thinks he's one of the Flying Wallendas.. but keep in mind several of them passed away from the effects of gravity.. he loves to balance on things that should be impossible for a big dope like him to balance on.. when I went to adopt him from a shelter in South Carolina, I asked them to send me some pics of him.. one of the pics they sent was of Hatfield on one of those wire frame octagon shaped pens.. about 2 feet high, just a thicker wire on the top and bottom for rigidity.. Yes, Hatfield was balancing on top of the pen.. all 4 paws on the top wire, which was about a quarter inch diameter.. I will admit his front paws were on one side of the octagon and his back paws were on the wire directly after the bend to another direction, but still: no way he should have been able to do that..

Torrie, one of my Beagles before Hatfield was similar.. she was 6 weeks old and couldn't get on the couch, so at 6 weeks old I built her a little "stairway" with odds and ends, to get on the couch without my help.. she took that idea much further, tho, and before long she'd be stranded on top of kitchen cabinets, bathroom cabinets and, one time, even an ironing board.. i knew when I heard her arming in another room i was gonna get a kick out of where she had climbed up to and was stranded and needed help getting down.. I couldn't help but laugh every time I'd find her.. the ironing board was special, tho.. 15 inch Beagle, 4 feet high on an ironing board that SHOULD have tipped over when she jumped on it lol

---

Friendship is like peeing your pants.. Everybody can see it, but only you can feel the warmth..