From Sight Hound, by Pam Houston, a novel with twelve different narrators--nine humans, two dogs and one cat.

“I wonder what it would be like,” she said to me on one of those days that make you feel that you have chosen the right profession, “if I could once and for all get my mother out of my head.”

“Picture it,” I told her.  “Tell me what it looks like.”

“It’s a big white room.  Massive.  Sunny,” she said.

“Anything in the room?” I asked.

“Just me,” she said, “and about a hundred thousand crayons.”