Despite my middle-class status and that I’m not a full-time writer, I have an editorial staff.

Chuckie is sitting to my right on the window bench. Chuckie just woke up, and fell immediately asleep again. His job is usually to keep me on my toes. I am not on my toes right now.

Chloe is falling asleep on the job. This is probably because she is a cat, and cats are notorious for their ability to take naps anywhere. She’s on the back of the couch, right behind me. Her editing duties fall by the wayside.

I wonder if the cats are on strike, because the senior editor, Me-Me (at age 17) is sleeping on the couch.

Pumpkin has walked off the job.

I suppose paying my editorial staff in cat food isn’t the best arrangement, but they’re better than not having editors at all. And they have the advantage of purring when I pay attention to them.