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When I was younger, my dad took us all to Sam's Club to shop for a tent so we could go camping. I didn't understand the concept of a miniature display tent, so I asked him why all the tents at Sam's were so small. He answered, "Well, it's about time we bought the cat a new tent." I honestly believed for quite some time that my dad had bought the tent for the cat and would wander around the house at night trying to catch the cat camping.
When I was about 5, I saw the family cat sleeping on the floor. It started to wake up and when it stood up there was a ping pong ball underneath it that it had been laying on. I ran screaming to my mom, "the cat laid an egg".
when i was small i liked to pretend i was a dog. i actually howled at the moon i also sang that song "i wanna be a dog" i now im crazy! i wanted a real dog but my mom wouldnt buy me one. now i finally have one! yay!
When I was 3 or 4 my dad told me that if I touched a cat and I din`t wash my hands right away my thongue would become blue and I won`t be able to speak. I realized that this wasn`t true when I was about 12. Guess what, now I have a cat and when I touch it nothing happens!
I used to believe my dog knew Italian- my native language, but chose to bark instaed.
When I was little, about four or five, I used to believe if you ate enough cat food you would actually turn into a cat.
after i saw the movie all dogs go to heaven i never wanted to let my dog out of my sight!
I used to believe that the manhole covers with the initials CATV was actually saying 'Cat Tv' and i though it was a little pull-out television in catonese (the language of cats) that they could watch.
Heh Heh Heh... catonese.....how imaginative i was, back then.
When I was around 4 or 5, i saw this 2 dogs having sex and wonder how they got "glued" together afterwards. So one day I asked my grandma and she told me that someone had put chewing gum in between them and got them "glued". I totally believed her!
i used to believe that when a dog grewn big enough he could turn into a horse.
When i would see a really big dog i would tell my mum: "big dog almost horse". My mum kept telling me the dog wasn't, but i just new he would! i kept this going till i was about 6 years old.
My cat acts like she's bipolar. One moment she's nice and the next she'll attack out of nowhere. So when I was little, I didn't think both sides of her personality could possibly be the same cat so I figgured we had 2 cats, that looked exactly the the same, and while one was out wondering the house, the other was hiding in the basment, so we could never see them both at the same time.
I used to believe that if I got scratched by my cat too much I would have to get a cat scan, so I was terrified of going anywhere near my cat for years!
I used to think that all cats were girls and all dogs were boys.
yea..i used to believe all cats were girls and all dogs were boys. its funny how other kids thought the same, because i thought i was the only one...lol
My brother used to believe that when we went to school dogs went to dog school to learn to speak and read
hehe when i was little i used to think all cats were girls and all dogs were boys
i guess since it was because dogs were rough and gross and cats are calm clean and nice (sometimes)
I used to think when I heard "bitch" on TV that the woman had been turned into a woman and that she used to a dog
When I was younger, somehow I got it into my head that in every abandoned box by the side of the road, where little kittens. I don't know where this belief came from, but I am in my mid-20's and for a moment, everytime I see a box on the side of the road, I wonder if there are kittens in it!
I used to be have a cat called 'Dusky' that would always come into my bed and annoy me by trying to rub against my face while I was trying to sleep. I used to hate that cat so much I ended up having nightmares about it and had really bad sleeps because of it. In my dreams I believed it was a demon cat that was trying to kill me by lack of sleep.
When I was little, my dad used to hold the cat up to his face as he spoke sometimes.
So sure enough, I grew up certain that cats could speak.