I was always told that if the dog was wagging its tail, it was happy and friendly. If the cat is switching its tail, it was agitated and likely to scratch. I tested this explanation by forcing our happy dog's wagging still. It very quickly became unhappy and bit me. Voila! The adults were right. So, naturally, the next step would be to force the cat's switching tail to hold still and it would be happy... the results weren't what I was expecting.

Tokeca

I used to believe that when my dog went out to poo, he was actually laying an egg. I saw him kind of sit down, strain, and then walk away. My mom was really surprised when I brought this "egg" into the house for her to see. Well, after washing all the crap off my hands, I realized that it wasnt an egg after all.

Matt Scheeren

I used to believe my dog could drive. When I was 4 or 5, I remember my mother saying she had to get my dogs license renewed. And since I only knew about drivers licenses at that time, I was really impressed that my dog was so talented!

Kelli

I had NO clue about different animal species when I was four - A cat was a cat, a dog was a dog, end of story. So while watching a program on snow leopards on a children’s show, I got this great idea… My mother comes in the room and I ask her “What’s cold and goes meow?”

Fortunately, the cat had only been in the fridge for about five minutes.

Saint

When I was about 7 I found my cat in the basement, nursing baby kittens. The kittens were only about a day old, hairless and kinda scary looking to a 7 year old. I apparently had never wondered where baby kitties came from. I ran upstairs screaming to my mother that there were rats eating my cat. I guess I was a little naive, even for a 7 year old.

Susan

When I was little, my grandmother used to tell me that dog poo had glass in it & I would cut my foot if I ever stepped in it. It worked as I never stepped in dog poo. Grandma knew best!

Silly Girl

When I was 3 my dog had puppies and my dad told me that the puppies were fighting or one of her nipples because it had chocolate milk. I believed my dog had chocolate milk for about a year or 2 then I mentioned it and my mom laughed at me, and told me my dad was joking when he said that.

Anon

I used to believe that a cat burglar was a hamburger made out of cat meat. When I learned what a burglar was, I thought it meant someone who stole cats.

Rachel

When my sister was 5, my mother gave each of us kids a Siamese kitten. Knowing that my sister was a) a potty-mouth and b) completely naive about pets, I managed to convince her that Siamese cats learned to say a few words as they grew up, and warned her never to swear around the kittens for fear they'd start doing it too.

I thought she would believe me for a week at most, but the kittens became cats before they ever heard a dirty word from her.

#@!*?

because my dog always used to respond to his name, and "sit", and "give me a paw" i used to think they could understand what people were saying. so when anyone said anything horrible about him i used to cover his ears, so he couldnt hear what they were saying. i obviousley learnt better, but when me and my partner argue about anything, i always cover my kittens ears, habit, i suppose.

Laura Lee

When i was about 5 years old , my mum and dad bought me my first dog.
We had to take her to the vet to get her injections and the vet reffered to my female dog as a bitch. i asked my mum why the vet called her a bitch and my mum said its a name for girl dogs. I then began to wonder what a boy dog was called. then it came to me a bastard trust me when i told my mum my thoughts she werent to happy!!

Young N Dumb

I used to believe that if I wagged my dog's tail, it would cheer my dog up.

GED

When I was young, I used to believe that the number of nipples (which I called "nursers") on our cats & dogs would tell you how many kittens/puppies would be in the litter. So when one of our cats was pregnant and I counted six or eight or whatever nursers, I told my dad she was going to have that many babies. He was more than amused....he still mentions it to this day.
I also thought that cats had engines inside that caused them to purr.

buckeyefan

When I was younger, I use to believe that cats & dogs had special langauge all their own and thats why when one dog was barking all the other dogs in the neighborhood would start barking and so on.

My parents became very concerned however, when they would discover me sitting crosslegged in front of my dog or the neighbors cat coaxing it to "teach" me it's secret language so I could properly communicate.

The dog whisperer

My niece believes that their cat is part of the family because it has its name and their surname on its collar tag. When her daddy let his beard grow it was ginger and white, just like the cat. I think she's really convinced that the cat is her little brother.

AuntieB

When I was little my cat died but I didn't know this. So I told everyone that she moved to California with her boyfriend, so they wouldn't be upset that she was gone.

Nikki

My four year old son has worked out that cats are female, dogs are male,and that when they get married, the babies are mice.

Anon

I remember my aunt had two identically marked cats, Abadon and Adolph. I asked, what kind of a cat is Adolph. And she said he's a male cat. I asked about Abadon and she said she is Adolph's mother. I knew there were boys and men and fathers and girls and women and mothers, but didn't know there were males and females. So of course I heard "mail cat".

So I thought long and hard about how this cat could be a mail cat. I figured that's why she let him out in the morning because he had a lot to do during the day - delivering the mail, helping with the mail and such.

CP

When I was a kid, my dad told me the animal shelter was "kitty heaven." One day while riding in the car with my aunt, we passed the animal shelter. I proclamied, "that's were Muffin lives now." I of course was refering to my dead cat, my aunt just thought I was crazy!

Anon

I was six years old. While my grandfather and uncle were having an argument about money, just then their elderly dachshund yawned, making a noise that sounded like the word "money." All conversation stopped, and everyone stared at the dog. Finally my grandmother commented, "That dog is getting more human every day." This led me to belive that dogs tuned into people as they got old.

Raya