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My cousin told me that if you look into my grandma's cat's eyes, you can see the future.
I believed it but was afraid of getting scratched in the face by doing so, so I never tried it.
Once I asked my mom what the little specks flying around in a ray of sun shining through the window were. She said it was "flying dust". I misunderstood, and thought she said "flying dogs". For years, I imagined these microscopic cats and dogs flying around in rays of light.
One day I hid dog treats around the back yard and I wanted my dog to go and find them. Well, he just wagged his tail and barked at me but he wouldn't go look for the treats. I tried to be helpful so I wrote "bark bark" on the ground hoping my dog would read it and know to look for the treats.
I had a pet cat named Pippy, we got him when I was a kitten, and I remember I used to think that he would grow up into an adult, and the two of us would get married. I imagined him all dressed up and standing on two feet like Puss 'n Boots. I guess I thought his walking on four legs was similar to babies crawling.
As a kid I was always very impressed with people in Quebec who had such well trained dogs. After all, it has to be doubly difficult to teach a dog to obey commands in a foreign language such as French. I was also a bit jealous that the dogs understood more French than I did. (I was about 11 when I figured that one out.)
I was about four when i decided that my cat's whiskers hurt her like quills stuck in her face. She was quite unhappy when I cut them off to make her more comfortable. . . .
once when i was around 4 or so i was in the car with my mom, when memories by barbara streisand came on the radio. my mom told me in a very serious manner that a cat sang that song. i was extremely impressed and of course tried to coax the family cat into singing. even though she didn't burst into song, i kept at it for about a week until my brother figured out what i was doing and broke the news to me. cats really can't sing. i still haven't gotten over that heartbreak.
I used to think that cats could see so well in the dark because they had glow-in-the-dark eyes ["shiny eyes"]. I would stare at the sun to charge up my eyes so I'd see better at night.
My mother, being from the old school, once told my siblings and I that there were "trick dogs," in an attempt to explain what the neighbor dogs were "doing" one day. They were, of course, doing IT. We were all on the bus one day and pulled up at a stop light. My brother and I spotted two dogs going at it, and very enthusiastically said, "look mom! Trick dogs!." She told me several years later that everyone on the bus had to take a look for themselves, and that she felt like crawling under the seat.
When we were kids, my grandmother told us that dogs attracted lightning, so she wouldn't let us bring the dog in when it stormed. We were terrified our dog would be hit by a lightning bolt, so we would stage a commando mission where some of us distracted Nanny while the others smuggled our 80lb Irish Setter into the bedroom closet. Good thing there were 5 kids in the family or our dog might have been toast!
my mom warned me to stay away from the neighbor's little white dog. so i avoided it at all costs. since i never really saw it, i therefore concluded that the danger was because it was capable of growing extremely huge to attack people.
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.
i used to believe that at night when everyone was asleep all the pets would go out and party with each other, like a disco was just for cats, and one was for dogs.
When I was young, I had this golden retreiver, and every day I would go outside to play with her. When we would play, I'd pretend that I was her date to a formal dance and say, "may I have this dance?" She'd give me her paw, and then we'd dance. I seriously thought that my dog understood what I was saying, and was one excellent dancer.
When i was a kid i saw two dogs doing 'it' and i asked my mom what was happening and she said "the doggie in front is hurt and the doggie in the back is pushing it to safety!" i beleived that for a long time.
When my mate was a baby his parents got a cat. Unfortunately the cat got hit by a car and had to have a leg removed, so up until he was 7yrs old he thought all cats had 3 legs he didnt no any different.
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.
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!
Well when i was a kid to like my 10-12 i thought that all the animals were able to talk but that it was forbidden for them to talk infront of us or that we just weren't able to hear them.And each time my cat and my dog were together in a room alone,i was spying them to see if the y were going to talk,but all that i could see was my cat hitting my dog on the nose and leaving,which then made me believe that they were talking and having a coupple fight or something.
When I was a toddler, my mom would tell me that if I was really nice to our cat, it would eventually start talking.
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