I'm not going to read about the cat.
Seeing this dear little rodent coming towards us with the tray on his head reminds me: I stumbled across a 1957 documentary film this weekend called 'Every Day Except Christmas', about the old Covent Garden fruit/veg/flower market. Quite gobsmacking to see everyone at work at a ferocious pace (lots of men carrying stuff on their head), & even more surprising to me was the fact that all the porters in the flower market had been women; by 1957 there was only one left - & there she was, carrying multiple long flower boxes on her head! There were also old women picking over the cheap flowers left at the end of the day, to sell them on street corners. Even in 1957 this was a bit passe, apparently.