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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 younger I always wanted to pick my cat up but she was always too fast and got away before I could grab her. I thought that if a stayed really still for a few minutes she would think I was a statue and I would be able grab her before she could get away. I remember doing this right up until I was about 10...oh dear.
When I learnt that it was possible to be allergic to cats, I thought some cats were allergic to themselves. When I learnt that wasn't true, I thought it was impossible for a cat to have any allergies at all.
When I was little I asked my dad one day why bulldogs faces were flat. He said it was because it was sitting in front of a window and saw a cat running outside. It tried to chase after it, but ran into the window, smashing it's face. And that was what I believed for the longest time.
I used to believe that all poodles were female.
I was only seven when we got our cat Tigger. So when he had the "snip" I thought that the vet had cut his willy off. I didn't know much about sex stuff then and I thought it was really cruel as how whould he have a wee.
I used to think that on Christmas eve night, animals could really talk. Of course, i know now my mom only told me this to keep me in in bed, as she said " if you get up and see your pet on Christmas eve, they'll never be able to talk again, and this will make them really sad, because they can't talk to other pets ever again."
I used to think that the 'cat walk' was something only cat's did. But only really special ones, like my cat, because he was so handsome and clever, and that at night he would parade up and down a runway(just like with actual cat walks) infront of all the other local cats as they looked on in awe.
I used to beleive that when people say "its raining cats and dogs," i really thought that pets would be falling out of the sky.
When i was little and saw "LOST DOG" posters on street lights or on notice boards around town, i thought that when it said FOUND DOG that the animals that were Lost had been Found and they had put that up to let everyone know the missing animal had been found!
I used to believe that there was a dead body buried in my back yard because our dog would always run to the same spot and back every day when we let her out. She ran in the same place every day so much that the grass started to make a little path. I seriously thought it was because she could smell a dead body.
I looked on a website about cats and it said that a female cat who wasn't nursing or pregnant was called a "molly" (one who was was a "queen").
So when somebody on Yahoo Answers was asking if molly could be smoked, I thought they were wondering if they could smoke a cat and wondered how that was possible.
I used to think Alsatian dogs were called 'Old Stations'.
I used to believe when dogs bark and cat meow they are talking to each other
I used to believe that kittens came from pussy willows.
when i waz litle i thought that instead of barkig dogs would just shout out the name of their breed eg. my next door neighbour had a jack russel that always confused me by shouting 'pug' 'pug'
I beleived that my dog was a human in a fur outfit that would spy on me when my mum had left the room. I'd throw a tea-towel over my dog's head in a an attempt to stop him seeing which room i was heading for and leg it to get some privacy!
I had a cat named Tarzan, and he always used to sit on top of our sofa. When I looked at him, his tail was swishing back and forth. I thought that his tail was alive, like a worm or something, and I thought that it was watching me, like a radar. But I was only 5!
i used to believe that dogs were furry midget who walked on for legs
When I was 5 or so we saw a dog walking down the road. My dad pointed it out and said it was a "bird-dog". I exclaimed "Can it fly daddy, can it fly!?!?"