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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.
When I used to walk to school I imagined that if I wished hard enough I could transform into a german sheperd and back into a human again. That I could escape school and run to people's back doorsteps where I would beg for scraps of food and prowl the wood for other dog friends. Then at the end of the day I would walk back home, imagining myself as a dog until I got onto my street.
I belive that cats can sense a persons sadness,I used to have a cat,My "baby Troubles' he always knew when i was sad and would come sit on my lap and look into my eyes, i used to cry into his fur and he would listen.Cats are 'special angels" put here on earth to comfort us and they can tell eaxactly what your thinking,be careful what you think around your little kittys!!
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.
When I was about 6 or 7, my dad owned a couple of beagles named Jack & Jill. One morning, much to our surprise, my sister & I found Jill in a dark corner of the barn with a litter of puppies! She had scratched a small hole in the cool dirt for her nest and was just crawling with teeny tiny beagle pups! My sister and I were so fascinated with the whole thing. We ran back to the house to announce our find and drag Dad back to the barn to see. Then, we asked the ultimate question - "Where did the puppies come from?" After much heeing and hawing, my dad finally came up with what he thought was a clever answer:
"See that hole she's in? She started digging and digging until she found them."
Needless to say, my sister & I were severely punished for the dozens of holes we dug around the barn that day in our determined attempt to find more puppies.
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!
I used to believe I could teach the cat to read because I'd caught him watching TV. So I spent several hours trying to teach him the alphabet. He never got the hang of it, though.
when i was younger i believed that cats could see better in the dark than in the day time.
now im afraid to ask anyone
when I was younger, about 4, I belived that if you pulled a cats tail it would, as I told my mum, 'piss in your eyes and blind you'
When I was little I thought that cats could see through walls (God only knows where I got that idea from. I found out I was wrong in school one day when I insisted to our teacher that cats had super powers....
Because of the family film, I thought that Beethoven was a dog. I once found a book in my kindergarten classroom featuring pictures of "Beethoven's violin" and "Beethoven's piano" and I wondered how a dog could possibly have a violin.
I used to believe that dogs heads were used to make drums. This stemmed from the fact i once found a plastic Drum beater. And my dog. And found that the dogs head made a pleasing sound.
I asked my mum, "Are drums made from dogs heads", and she said yes. She says she thought i was kidding, but i believed it for years.
I used to think alsations were called owlsations
I used to believe that really, my first dog (a bearded collie-cross bitch) and all other dogs could talk if they wanted to but nasty scientists would probably take them away so they kept quiet. :) I also believed that I could talk to my cat and fish and spent time making noises and miowing.
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.
We used to believe that if you saw an ambulance it was terrible bad luck and the only way to neutralise it was to hold your collar until you saw a four legged animal. Several times this made me late for school.
I used to want to be a cat when I was younger, like not just a bit, but REALLY want to. To the degree that I had my little friends believing that I, like a werewolf, turned into a cat when I got pissed off. That's not the funny thing though - slightly strange, maybe, but not the point. Even though I tried to convince myself that this was true, I knew in my hart of hearts that it was all a big lie. However, one day my Mum provided the solution. She was feeding the cat, and I asked what cat food tasted like. In a slightly convoluted version of the old 'don't eat too much of that, you'll turn into it' myth she said never to try it, or I'd turn into a cat. Silly woman - from my fixation with all things cat, she should of guessed that that was my ultimate aim in life. So from that day on I took to sneaking cat biscuits, and eating them on the sly. I never actually had the guts to try the canned stuff. Just as well I didn't ever turn into a cat, as I'd have had to eat it every day!
When we were young, my father didn't allow us to have animals since we travelled a lot. Well the first time we were able to get a cat, my little brother was sitting on my mom's lap, holding that little kitten. He sat there and rubbed its fur for a few minutes. Then all of a sudden he jumped, picked up the kitten, and held it to his ear and exclaimed, "Mom! This cat has a motor inside!" He believed that for a very long time!
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!
I heard once that dogs see in black and white and I thought they were lucky because it must be cheaper for them.