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when i was around 8, i asked my grandma how old her cat was, and she said around 16 years old. At this point in my life i thought that my grandmas cat had taken on the soul of a 16 year-old girl and was a very angsty cat, which explained why it didnt like me
I used to always think all cats were girls and all dogs were boys...didn't everyone?
When I was little, I used to believe that corgis (a breed of very short-legged dogs) were made by rolling a puppy inside of a carpet so that it's legs wouldn't grow, and then let out as adults.
I also thought that boxers and rotweillers and other dogs like that were just born without a tail.
It's odd how things like that are completely normal and not a bit disturbing in a little kid's mind.
I used to have this dog and my parents never got him neutered. So when i was little, I believe his ball sack is where his poop was kept until more poop came, and he'd poop out the previous poop, and the new poop would be kept in his ball sack, and so on.
When I was a young tot, I truly believed that all cats were female and all dogs were male. This also led me to often raise an eyebrow when seeing a female dog urinate and not lift a leg. And...well...cats I still can't tell...
As a child I believed that all dogs were "boys" and all cats were "girls"....what did i know about biology?!!
I used to believe that all dogs were boys and all cats were girls.
My cousin used to tell me if you watched a dog pee, you get pink eye. I believed him.
My cousin told me that if you look into my grandma's cat's eyes, you can see the future.
I believed it but was afraid of getting scratched in the face by doing so, so I never tried it.
I used to think that dogs were the males and cats were the females and thats why they were always chasing each other...
My brother told me that cat's beeped when you squeezed them. (Lightly of course) He'd squeeze them and beep and I thought it was the cat. I thought I was squeezing wrong for some time.
I USED TO THINK THAT ALL DOGS WERE MALE AND ALL CATS WERE FEMALE
I used to believe that dogs and cats would poo out of the tips of their tails. I mean, that's why they had tails; that's what their tails were designed for.
when i was 5 years old my parents brought home our first dog. it was a tiny, white, fluff ball or a puppy and after the excitement i started crying and wouldn't stop. for five minutes my mom attempted to calm me down and ask me why i was crying about getting a new dog. i told her that i was scared it would grow as big as clifford the big red dog and didn't want it to live with us.
I used to believe all dogs were male and all cats were female. I still call dogs "boy" and cats "girl."
When I was little my great-aunt had a storage shed out back turned into a home for tons of stray cats. To get us to wash our hands after we played with them, Aunt Ruby would tell us "If you swallow a cat hair, it'll turn into a worm in your stomach." I knew that dogs and cats sometimes got worms so this made perfect sense to me. I believed it well into high school.
When I was a kid, I was looking at a book about dogs and I noticed the breed called Border Collie. It didn't seem to look much like any Collie that I'd known about, and I doubted that I'd ever seen a Border Collie. That all seemed perfectly reasonable at the time, since where I leved in the U.S. was nowhere near a border with either Canada or Mexico. I even thought perhaps if you had one of the more familiar kinds of Collie dogs and then moved to somewhere near a border, the dog would then grow to look like a Border Collie like in the picture I saw.
When I was 5 or 6, the family cat started acting very strange. I asked my mother what was wrong with her, and my mother told me that "The cat is in heat." I didn't know what that meant, so I thought it was the same as when the car "overheated". After that I told my friends to be careful because "The cat is overheated".
We had a collie and she had clumps of matted hair behind her ears. I used to believe that when I squeezed the clumps it made a light come on in her mouth.
When I was about 6 the Apollo landed on the moon, this was on the evening news every night. At the same time our neighbours had a large alsatian dog named Pollo. Night after night I fantasized about how Pollo survived in his small cubicle and how he landed on the moon...