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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. . . .
I used to believe that when my dog went out to poo, he was actually laying an egg. I saw him kind of sit down, strain, and then walk away. My mom was really surprised when I brought this "egg" into the house for her to see. Well, after washing all the crap off my hands, I realized that it wasnt an egg after all.
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.
When I was a wee one I believed dogs were either black or white underneath thier coat....It was the 60's.
When I was young (though not as young as I'd like everybody reading this to believe), I believed that white dog poo came exclusively from poodles, and no other make of dog. I can't remember why. It turns out, perhaps unsurprisingly, that it wasn't true. It was related to the amount of chalk in dog food, which is now banned.
I was always told that if the dog was wagging its tail, it was happy and friendly. If the cat is switching its tail, it was agitated and likely to scratch. I tested this explanation by forcing our happy dog's wagging still. It very quickly became unhappy and bit me. Voila! The adults were right. So, naturally, the next step would be to force the cat's switching tail to hold still and it would be happy... the results weren't what I was expecting.
i used to think that my sisters cat was a whitch that could morph into different shapes, and i'm still not sure to this day...i 13 years old!
I used to think that tortoiseshell and calico cats were different types of cat(they aren't really except that calicos have white patches and tortoiseshells don't.) Tortoiseshells were live cats and calico cats were made of calico - that's a kind of cloth.
An aunt of mine told me that a dog can tell if you're a good person or not. I believed this until I met a dog that didn't like me and then noticed that other dogs still did.
When I was seven, my uncle, who lived upstairs from us, brought home a puppy, which he eventually gave to my sister and me. He and my aunt said it was "part dalmatian and part travelling salesman," so for years I thought there was a breed of dog called a travelling salesman. I wondered why I never saw any reference to it anywhere. I figured it out when I was around twelve and started hearing those jokes.
When I was young I used to believe that all cats with any orange coloring on their bodies were female
As a small child, I was told that if you dropped leaves on a cat it would scratch your eyes out. This began a long fear of cats which would make me cross the road to avoid them.
Having seen the testicals on my neighbour's large short-haired dog, I was convinced that that was were dogs kept the cores of any apples they had eaten.
When I was little I thought that if I slept in the bed with my male cat, Rusty, I would get pregnant, and that I would have kittens. I thought my mom would be really mad at me.
My mom would watch a lot of soaps and they always said so-and-so was "sleeping" with so-and-so, and got pregnant. Everybody seemed really mad about that. So, I thought sleeping in the bed with my cat would make me prego... and I wanted to have more kitties!
For years I used to believe that cat's sucked the breath out of baby's mouths. I believe that's not an uncommon myth.
I used to believe that my cat was a reincarnation of the buddha and was sent by satan to squash me.
i used to believe that cats were aliens and dogs wanted to dance with them and eat pie!
When I was about 4 or 5 I stepped on the neighbor's cat's tail and didn't tell anyone. The very next time I saw the cat, it was covered in bandages and had had surgery. Until I got to college I firmly believed that it was my fault that the cat needed an operation. I finally told my mother and even though I know it's not my fault, I still feel guilty.
when my dad was little boy his older sister told him that their cats nose was made out of rubber. he believed her without question until the day he tried to rub out a mistake in his jotter and got his arm lacerated by the cats claws and teeth.
When I was a small boy, I was convinced that, as wolves are related to dogs, foxes must have been related to cats.