animals: cats and dogs

when I was little, I believed that when I went to school, my pet cats went to a kitty school. so when i'd get home, i always asked them how their day was and what they learned.

When I was about 7 I found my cat in the basement, nursing baby kittens. The kittens were only about a day old, hairless and kinda scary looking to a 7 year old. I apparently had never wondered where baby kitties came from. I ran upstairs screaming to my mother that there were rats eating my cat. I guess I was a little naive, even for a 7 year old.

When I was little, my grandmother used to tell me that dog poo had glass in it & I would cut my foot if I ever stepped in it. It worked as I never stepped in dog poo. Grandma knew best!

When I was 3 my dog had puppies and my dad told me that the puppies were fighting or one of her nipples because it had chocolate milk. I believed my dog had chocolate milk for about a year or 2 then I mentioned it and my mom laughed at me, and told me my dad was joking when he said that.

When I was about 4-5 years old, I put some pussy willows behind the warm wood stove.

When my mom found them she asked why I put them there.


I said I beleived the pussy willows would hatch into kittens. I wanted one really bad.

My mom did get me one. A kitten that is

When my sister was 5, my mother gave each of us kids a Siamese kitten. Knowing that my sister was a) a potty-mouth and b) completely naive about pets, I managed to convince her that Siamese cats learned to say a few words as they grew up, and warned her never to swear around the kittens for fear they'd start doing it too.

I thought she would believe me for a week at most, but the kittens became cats before they ever heard a dirty word from her.

When I was around 6 I was getting a lift home from my grandparents. My granny and one of her cats was at the window and I could have sworn the cat waved at me! I was 16 before they managed to convince me that it was my granny shaking the cat's paw. I was so disappointed.

because my dog always used to respond to his name, and "sit", and "give me a paw" i used to think they could understand what people were saying. so when anyone said anything horrible about him i used to cover his ears, so he couldnt hear what they were saying. i obviousley learnt better, but when me and my partner argue about anything, i always cover my kittens ears, habit, i suppose.

When i was about 5 years old , my mum and dad bought me my first dog.
We had to take her to the vet to get her injections and the vet reffered to my female dog as a bitch. i asked my mum why the vet called her a bitch and my mum said its a name for girl dogs. I then began to wonder what a boy dog was called. then it came to me a bastard trust me when i told my mum my thoughts she werent to happy!!

When I was young, I used to believe that the number of nipples (which I called "nursers") on our cats & dogs would tell you how many kittens/puppies would be in the litter. So when one of our cats was pregnant and I counted six or eight or whatever nursers, I told my dad she was going to have that many babies. He was more than amused....he still mentions it to this day.
I also thought that cats had engines inside that caused them to purr.

I used to believe that kittens and puppies could choose what color they wanted to be before they were born. So I figured all multi-colored cats and dogs simply didn't decide which color they really wanted to be fast enough before being born!

My niece believes that their cat is part of the family because it has its name and their surname on its collar tag. When her daddy let his beard grow it was ginger and white, just like the cat. I think she's really convinced that the cat is her little brother.

When I was little my cat died but I didn't know this. So I told everyone that she moved to California with her boyfriend, so they wouldn't be upset that she was gone.

My four year old son has worked out that cats are female, dogs are male,and that when they get married, the babies are mice.

I remember my aunt had two identically marked cats, Abadon and Adolph. I asked, what kind of a cat is Adolph. And she said he's a male cat. I asked about Abadon and she said she is Adolph's mother. I knew there were boys and men and fathers and girls and women and mothers, but didn't know there were males and females. So of course I heard "mail cat".

So I thought long and hard about how this cat could be a mail cat. I figured that's why she let him out in the morning because he had a lot to do during the day - delivering the mail, helping with the mail and such.

When I was a kid, my dad told me the animal shelter was "kitty heaven." One day while riding in the car with my aunt, we passed the animal shelter. I proclamied, "that's were Muffin lives now." I of course was refering to my dead cat, my aunt just thought I was crazy!