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When i was younger i used to believe tha the cat gave Santa the keys to the house to get in !
When my sister was younger, she was convinced she could teach our cat how to sing the Meow Mix song. She wrote it out on a piece of paper, and when our father caught her teaching the cat to sing, she claimed that it could really read, but was too shy to sing in front of us.
When I was little our family dog was an English Sheepdog. English Sheepdogs have no tails. I asked my dad why our dog didn't have a tail. My father went into a long explanation about shepherds not wanting to be taxed for their working dogs that he explained to me again when I was older. The tax collectors would use the tails to tell where the dogs were in the flock of sheep, so the shepherds cut off the dog's tails so the tax collectors wouldn't know how many working dogs they had.
All I got out of the explanation at age 5 is Dad didn't want to pay taxes so we cut the dog's tail off. I thought my father was pretty cheap and wished he had paid to keep the tail.
I used to believe that one of my teachers morphed into my cat and spied on me at home. I was always scared to do anything while the cat was watching!
when I was little, I believed that when I went to school, my pet cats went to a kitty school. so when i'd get home, i always asked them how their day was and what they learned.
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.
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!
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.
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.
My dad told me "Hush Puppie" shoes were made from Basset Hound ears.
When I was about 4-5 years old, I put some pussy willows behind the warm wood stove.
When my mom found them she asked why I put them there.
I said I beleived the pussy willows would hatch into kittens. I wanted one really bad.
My mom did get me one. A kitten that is
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.
When I was around 6 I was getting a lift home from my grandparents. My granny and one of her cats was at the window and I could have sworn the cat waved at me! I was 16 before they managed to convince me that it was my granny shaking the cat's paw. I was so disappointed.
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.
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!!
I used to believe that if I wagged my dog's tail, it would cheer my dog up.
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.
I used to believe that kittens and puppies could choose what color they wanted to be before they were born. So I figured all multi-colored cats and dogs simply didn't decide which color they really wanted to be fast enough before being born!
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.
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.
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