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When I was younger my sister in law used to own a cat. Well I always used to believe that the wrinkly skin you could see inside his ear was actually the cats brain
When I was little I heard that cats always landed on their feet so I dropped our cat from the balcony to check it out. She did but she died anyway. My brother told me that if you boil a cat alive and hold a certain one of its bones you would be invisible. Luckily I didn't try that one.
I really believed that cats had nine lives, so they're not afraid of jumping down from high heights. I envied them.
I used to think "Dachshund" was pronounced "Dashhound". I called them Dash Hounds until I was 12 or so.
My earliest memory is of my neighbour's weiner-dog. When she strolled past our house with her dog, I would run up to them to pet the dachshund. I remember asking the lady if she fed her dog weiners--I was sure that was why he turned out that shape!
my ex mrs and i were working on a property outside of brisbane australia and the owners dogs came up to see what we were doing ... the owner told the dogs to get back in their kennels ... in english but with a heavy german accent ... my ex laughed and said see ... english commands ... i told her yes but he whistles to them in german .... to this day she still believes
I used to think that you were supposed to pat dogs and stroke cats, and that there was something unnatural or wrong about stroking a dog or patting a cat. It just didn't feel right.
Now, however, I own a weird cat who seems to like being vigorously thumped.
I used to tell my lads, when they were younger, that 'cats eyes' were in fact cats set into the road to aid drivers. These cats were mounted on springs that retracted when you ran over them. They still believe me!
i used to think that alsation dogs were called 'alanbunseries'....until i was about 20. They're not are they?
I used to believe that all poodles were female.
I used to believe that the expression "The room was literally not big enough to swing a cat" referred to the swinging of an actual live cat by the tail, at arms length, completely around one's body. I have come to understand, with some disapointment, that the "cat" is actually a "cat-o-nine tails" -- a type of whip used for dicipline aboard ships, whose quarters were often insufficient to swing the device with the sought after level of vigor.
I used to strongly believe that if a person hit their dog in anger the place where the dog had been hit would later turn into a tumor.
My son used to call Dalmatians - at the age of thirty-three still does call them, in fact - Raisin Dogs. It was only recently that I asked him why: he had believed that they were made of flour, with raisins stuck in them.
i used to believe that cats purred with their whiskers. i know now its not true, but i still have no idea how they do it.
When I was a child I asked my mom how did female cats get pregnant.She told me the male cat would bite the female cat on the back of her neck.Well I believed her til about 6 months ago(i'm 28 years old) when i was watching the discovery channel.
We had this cat that would roam our neighborhood. I was told its name was "Stitches." For some reason I got it in my head that if you even touched Stitches, you would "get stitches." I don't think I even really knew what "stitches" were. I just knew they hurt. :-)
My uncle who lived in Germany told me that he had a metalic pink cat called Ernst. I used to imagine him spraying the cat with car paint.
when I was a little boy I used to think that dogs eat kets. that kets it is the only food that the dogs have...
When I was five, I decided that cats needed haircuts just like people. I grabbed some scissors, crawled under the dining room table, and cut all of my cat's whiskers off. I wasn't allowed to used scissors for two months.
In England we call those things in the middle and side of the road that light up at night when yout car headlights hit them "cats eyes".I asked my father how they were made and he told me that all the pussy cats in the world leave their eyes in the road to help us find our way home at night and then go and sleep behind bushes until morning.I believed that for a long , long time!