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When I was a kid, my mom used to tell me that dogs & cats ate grass because they were bored. Like so many other things she told me, I believed her until I was an adult and found out other wise.
When i was younger i had a cat and a dog, and i thought that if i locked them in a room toghether for 5 years, when i came back they would have mutated into a weird cat-dog monster. I once kept them in the attic for a whole week, beforre my parents found them and grounded me !
I used to think that all cats were girls and all dogs were boys.
My cat acts like she's bipolar. One moment she's nice and the next she'll attack out of nowhere. So when I was little, I didn't think both sides of her personality could possibly be the same cat so I figgured we had 2 cats, that looked exactly the the same, and while one was out wondering the house, the other was hiding in the basment, so we could never see them both at the same time.
When I was little, about four or five, I used to believe if you ate enough cat food you would actually turn into a cat.
i used to think that alsation dogs were called 'alanbunseries'....until i was about 20. They're not are they?
I believed when my granmother said during a big storm that if I slept with my pet dog or cat, the thunder could shoot me in my bed.
Because the animal fur attracted the electricity.
My brother used to believe that our dog could talk and only I could understand what our dog was saying. For hours, I would make stuff of what our dog was saying. My brother would listen to every word. My mum was grateful I got him of her hands for an hour or two!
When i was a kid, my lawn was all bumpy andi thought they were kittens under the grass so i used to avoid it at all cost.
Until age eleven, I thought that all baby poodles were pink and fluffy, and that when they got older, they turned white and 'curly'.
I use to think whenever you turned you bak on your dog, they'd have conversations with eachother IN ENGLISH! I'd always peek in the room and see if they where
I used to always color cats either blue or orange. This is because my friend had an orange tabby and because Tom, from Tom and Jerry, looked downright BLUE in a lot of the cartoons!
When I was about 10 we were visiting my uncle in Kentucky (from Illinois) and I fell in love with his angora cat. He said I could have it and we could take it home with us, but my dad told me it was against the law to take an animal across the state lines and we would get arrested by the FBI if we took the cat. So we didn't and I thought that was true for several years.
When I was younger I always wanted to pick my cat up but she was always too fast and got away before I could grab her. I thought that if a stayed really still for a few minutes she would think I was a statue and I would be able grab her before she could get away. I remember doing this right up until I was about 10...oh dear.
When I was little I asked my dad one day why bulldogs faces were flat. He said it was because it was sitting in front of a window and saw a cat running outside. It tried to chase after it, but ran into the window, smashing it's face. And that was what I believed for the longest time.
I used to believe that all poodles were female.
I was only seven when we got our cat Tigger. So when he had the "snip" I thought that the vet had cut his willy off. I didn't know much about sex stuff then and I thought it was really cruel as how whould he have a wee.
I used to think that on Christmas eve night, animals could really talk. Of course, i know now my mom only told me this to keep me in in bed, as she said " if you get up and see your pet on Christmas eve, they'll never be able to talk again, and this will make them really sad, because they can't talk to other pets ever again."
I used to think that the 'cat walk' was something only cat's did. But only really special ones, like my cat, because he was so handsome and clever, and that at night he would parade up and down a runway(just like with actual cat walks) infront of all the other local cats as they looked on in awe.
I thought when I wasn't looking my dog would disco.
don't ask.
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