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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.
I used to belive that if you watched a dog poop and you laughed at it, it would be so embarassed it would never poop in public again.
I used to believe that greyhounds chssed after a loaf of bread.
When my Dad was going out to the Pub my Mum always told me he was going to see a man about a dog. As we lived on the farm and already had three dogs I was always confused as to where we were going to put all these dogs!
My mother told me once (and I believed it), that Chow dogs were poisonous because they had black tongues. I always kept a safe distance from then on, if I ran into that kind of dog.
Until reading the Cat stories I believed the saying about a room too small to swing a cat in refered to a real cat too.
I believed that when a cat ate a mouse, the mouse went to live in the cats tail. How else did the the tip of the cats tail move so seemingly independent from the rest of the cat? And that would explain why the cats liked to chase their tale!
I believed that cats only lived for a very short time, usually no more then 6 months. I was astounded to find out much later in life that my friend had 2 cats & one was 10 years old and the other nearly 14! My sister and I were always bringing home stray cats & pleading with our parents to keep them. Guess our parents thought it was easier to go along with us at first & then when our initial excitement waned, dad somehow found a new home for them. I think that I believed they ran away to die.