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When I was younger, somehow I got it into my head that in every abandoned box by the side of the road, where little kittens. I don't know where this belief came from, but I am in my mid-20's and for a moment, everytime I see a box on the side of the road, I wonder if there are kittens in it!
I used to be have a cat called 'Dusky' that would always come into my bed and annoy me by trying to rub against my face while I was trying to sleep. I used to hate that cat so much I ended up having nightmares about it and had really bad sleeps because of it. In my dreams I believed it was a demon cat that was trying to kill me by lack of sleep.
When I was little, my dad used to hold the cat up to his face as he spoke sometimes.
So sure enough, I grew up certain that cats could speak.
I used to believe I was a kitten. Simply because we had alot of cats aka "my mom's babies", so I thought since our cats were her babies, I must have been a cat, too. I realized that I wasnt, when finding out that I didn't like the taste of the food, that was set out for my "brothers and sisters".
I was told that I use to talk to animals and have full on conversations with them. Mum was always gobsmacked when she walked out the front of the house and saw 4 neighborhood dogs sitting in front of me "talking" to me.
I stopped "talking to animals" at nine so I still remember conversations we had... Mostly the dogs use to talk about where the best food is and where to lie best in the sun... I'm not crazy I swear!
I used to believe that there was a dead body buried in my back yard because our dog would always run to the same spot and back every day when we let her out. She ran in the same place every day so much that the grass started to make a little path. I seriously thought it was because she could smell a dead body.
When I was about 6, I hated to eat the crust on my PB& J sandwhich, and my older brother told me that everytime I don't eat the crust The terrorists kill a kitten.
when i was small , i thought dogs , cats , n all used to just say ''i do '' to other dogs n cats n then they got married n suddenly poof ! lil pups n kittens came out of nowhere !!!!!!!!
I used to believe all cats were female. It completely shocked me when I learned otherwise.
a friend of mine had a dog who ate crayons - she made her little sister believe that the subsequent poops were colored tootsie rolls and got her to eat them!!!
When I was younger, I used to think that barney was a giant purple and green puppy!
My sister's friend thought cats were just small dogs when she was younger.
When i was younger i believed that a cat was a girl and dogs were boys.
when i was about 4 my dad told me we were going to get a new dog, when i asked what color it was he said this dog has lots of different colors,so i imagined a dog with all sorts of different colors like paint splats covering him like reds, greens, and blues and stuff, i was bragging to all my friends "I'm gunna get a rainbow dog!"when we picked him up he just looked like a regular dog (he was a black, brown and white shelty)
My sister used to love dogs. When she was about 5 she asked my dad what a female dog was called. He said 'bitch'. From then on, whenever someone asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up, she answered 'a bitch'.
I used to believe that dogs' tongues were made from ham, so if the dog was hot, i'd sit there trying to bite it for hours, timing my rhythm. I stopped believing this when I managed to catch it arround 7 years old. It didn't taste like ham, which I way very disappointed about.
When my sister and I were 5 & 6 respectively, I told my sister that the dog doo in our front yard, bleached white from the sun, were dinosaur bones.
After telling her that, she would fill her pockets with sun bleached dog doo all the time. This went on for about a year. Our mom used to empty our pockets prior to doing the wash. I remember our mom always telling her to stop doing that. She would stop for awhile, then start collecting again.
My mom told me whiskers helped cats keep their balance when I asked what they were for. Due to this, I thought if I ever cut my cat's whiskers off or even accidentally plucked one out, they would go around bumping into stuff and be mad at me forever.
Yesterday, I was looking at this website for some animal shelter, for a roommate who was interested. Well, after a while, I got to looking at their available cats on the site. With some of the cats, next to where it told their gender, some of them said they were "altered" saying something like, "female (altered)" or "male (altered)" for their gender. Typically, altered means changed- right?? Well, I applied this logic to the word in this context, and thought for a moment that these cats had sex change operations! And that something like "female (altered)" meant that the cat WAS a female, but had her sex changed. I was thinking to myself, "but who would to such a thing to an animal??- that's terrible!" After a couple minutes, I realized that it only meant that the cat had been fixed... what an idiot...
If you cut or pluck a cats whiskers they could get sick or die.