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I used to believe that if you stared into a cat's eyes, my eyes would turn that color too.
When I was little I thought that cats could see through walls (God only knows where I got that idea from. I found out I was wrong in school one day when I insisted to our teacher that cats had super powers....
My St. Bernard would stare at me all of the time if I wasn't paying enough attention to her. I eventually came to the conclusion that she was an alien, studying my habits so that she could tell her other alien friends when they came to visit her.
i used to think that if i ate some dog food, i would turn into a dog! i must of rreally wanted to be a dog, cause i loved to eat the biscut treats!
My grandfather and grandmother owned a daschund sausage dog. When we used to visit, I would sit and hear stories before my parents woke up. By the time I was eight, I believed that this dog had opened the bowling for England in the ashes, caught and bowled Bradman, been parachuted into Germany, stealing the plans that lead to D-day and biting Hitler, and had finally swam the channel home.Until I got back to school and boasted to friends. I look forward to having grand-children of my own.
I remember thinking dogs naturally ate cats.
I believed that the natural heirarchy of nature in this regard was that mice ate cheese, cats ate mice, and that dogs ate cats. And this, of course, was why dogs chased cats and cats were afraid of dogs.
That a dog humping someone's leg was just really happy.
When people said "cats have nine lives", I thought it meant when a cat did something that could kill them, they could come back to life (or "regenerate" like on "Doctor Who") and they could this eight more times before they finally died.
This was further fueled because it was often used in cartoons about cats.
As a youngster and under the misdirection of a manipulative older sibling, I believed dogs were all boys and cats were all girls. If a cat and dog had a family, the litter would be a mix of boy puppies and girl kittens. A couple of years later my sister shook my world by pointing out next door's dog was female!
I used to belive that my dog would kill me if I didn't feed it. (when I was 3)
When I was a kid, my family had a black Scottie that passed away when I was in preschool. We then got a Westie, which my parents called an Albino Squattie (Scottie) Dog. So I thought that was really what the dog was called. When we had guests come over, I would tell everyone proudly that we had an Albino Squattie Dog.
When I was about eight, my friends and I saw our neighbor's dog walking about while we walked home from school. We started calling to the dog when the owner told us not to touch it because the dog had rabies, and if it bit us, we'd have to get shots from a 3-foot-long needle in our stomachs. The dog was not ill, but I guess my neighbor just didn't want his dog getting swamped by a bunch of little kids. Nevertheless, I thought that if I touched a dog not on a leash, I would have to get a shot from a giant needle! I don't think I learned differently until I was about 12 or 13.
I believed if I let my dog lick my face and didn't wipe off the slobber, that I would turn into a dog myself.
when i was little, i was in the hurdles event in elementary school. one day i was outside with my mom and i jumped over the dog. my mom told me that the dog would shrink if i did, so from that day on i would jump backwards over the dog to keep it from shrinking.
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.
I think that cats are either
a) Just as smart as we are, but their voices dont exist... yet
b) Are smarter than us, but think we are really stupid so they dont talk to us
i know it sounds stupid... I am kinda crazy
When my dogs didnt stop barking my sister told me to scream, "with the power of Christ" so that they would stop. so i believed it for many years.
( it actually worked )
I used to believe that when animals died, they became stars in the sky. We lived in the country, and I had more than one cat disappear, most likely to the unlucky dinner of local coyotes and red foxes. I would lay in the front yard at night for hours crying and trying to console my young heart with the twinkling stars above.
When my friend was small his brother told him that they made lipstick out what came out of the end of a dog when it got..um.. excited. He had a total meltdown one day when his mom was putting lipstick on.
When my cat was alone in my bedroom, I would close the door and lock it. Then I would gently approach her and say, "Okay, if you can talk, you know you can trust me. I won't tell anyone. I can keep a secret. Please, I know you can talk, so just talk to me!" Looking back on at now, I feel really stupid. I guess that's what happens when you watch movies like "The Aristocats" too much.