This week, spurred by Elkins to consider photography from a different angle, I decided to capture our house as seen by our younger cat, Chyna. We've had her for five years, since she was six months old, and I'm pretty comfortable with interpreting how she views the world.

This is the super comfy pillow that that older human servant who only visits occasionally gave me. She’s a little weird but she can sure pick a good bed. I like to perch myself right on top while my female human servant is working on her blasted machine. I have no idea what she's always doing on that thing, using her long front appendages to peck away at the surface. I pretend that she's not important but I really want her to pay attention to me.

Through this door is the front room that I am not allowed to enter. I’m not sure why my human servants keep this door shut all the time so I just sit here and stare. Sometimes I try to dig under the door. There must be something truly wonderful in there that they don't want to share with me or the striped beast. I will sneak in there eventually.

This is the totally undignified box in which I’m expected to relieve myself. It’s small and confining and totally unfit for my presence, but my human servants get angry if they have to clean up stuff off the floor, so I subject myself to the humiliation. Sometimes I relieve myself on the wall or don't bother to cover my poops just to spite them. My female servant frequently takes the top off and I just don't understand why she won't leave it off, but as soon as she finishes stealing all the poops that I spent so much time depositing in there, the cover goes right back on.

This is box that my human servant so dutifully placed upon the floor for my pleasure. Unfortunately, the striped beast seems to also enjoy sitting in the box, so I have, on occasion, almost launched myself on top of her. She responded by chasing me out of the room. How rude!

This is my bed. It is bountiful and nightly I bequeath its use to my faithful human servants. Sometimes I sleep on the feet of the male human servant, but the female is a blast furnace and I value my life too much to risk sleeping near her at night. She also wears this strange contraption on her face when she's sleeping and it frightens me. I thoroughly enjoy the pillows that are up there, as well as the headboard that you can't see in front of the window that allows for me to watch the food network on occasion.

And that, my friends, is the world as seen by my princess, Chyna. She's a doll, ain't she??