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I used to believe that cats could steal our breath while we slept. Our big orange cat would love to curl up on my chest and put his face close to mine. I would always roll over onto my side so that he couldn't steal my breath.
I used to believe that my mother's cat, which was white with big black spots, got that way because she drank cow's milk when she was a kitten instead of her mother's milk. Nobody understood why I kept calling her our "cow cat."
I used to think dogs had jobs, their own cars, went shopping for groceries..and to the bank on their own..we never saw them do this, because we were in school, during these times..I watched Snoopy as a child..
When I first saw the movie 'Cats and Dogs'... Well, you can probably tell what my belief was. If you've never seen the movie, then I believed that cats and dogs had secret technology hidden right under our noses.
I did crazy stuff on behaf of my belief too. I checked my cat's litterbox for some sort of futuristic devices. No devices, but lots of poop.
We had a male cat that wasn't neutered. I thought his testicles were just the cat version of a butt.
I thought that the Gremlin rules (from the movie, like don't get the wet, don't feed them after midnight) applied to all animals. I was so scared when my dog was outside in the rain.
When I was very small My Mum and I watched a man walking his dog. Mum said it was a greyhound. A couple of days later we saw several dogs being walked and I took great pleasure in telling my mum that the men were walking a patch hound, a brown hound, a stripey hound, a white hound and a grey hound!
I misunderstood when someone used the term "I'm getting my dog spayed." I thought they said "sprayed". I, for a long time, thought that the vet sprayed on something to keep your dog from getting pregnant!
When I was small, I had this obsession that my cat was a human, but deformed. I spent countless hours trying to make her speak,and when she meowed, I would get angry and ask her to say what I told her to. I occasionally would pester my parents, saying she needed a wheerchair because she couldn't walk on two legs, and I wanted her to get a nice haircut...
i used to believe that if you got barked at by a dog you would die in 45 days
When I was little, I had a cat named Pepsi. I used to believe that cats grew up to be lions or tigers. And I knew even then that we wouldn't be able to keep him once he turned into a lion or tiger, so I would always (this is awful, I know) try to take his food away so that he couldn't eat and grow up, because I didn't want to have to get rid of him.
when my older sister and i were little girls, we had a dog named Winky 'cause he had one eye. well, one day, we couldn't find him. so, to be the good sister she is, my sister told me that Winky had been flushed down the toilet. for a long time, i feared the potty.
When i was little, my dad told me that tires on cars were made from dog noses. i believed it until fourth grade.
I used to believe that the dog on Sesame Street was real. Can you imagine- a 6 foot tall dog? Not only that, but I even asked for one for Xmas.
i used to believe that my aunt robin drowned my dog muffin. my family lived in california and the fleas were so bad we sent muffin to live with my aunt in illiinois. when my mom told me muffin died i had dreams that my aunt tied a rock around her neck and threw her in the lake. it was actually a dog illness going around that killed her but my aunt still has the letter i wrote her at age 7 forgiving her for killing my dog.
I used to belive that if you watched a dog poop and you laughed at it, it would be so embarassed it would never poop in public again.
i had a friend that thought that you could baptize cats. IT DOESNT WORK VERY WELL
When I was 4 years old, I thought that rabies was a disease that turned you into a cat, if you were bit by a cat, or a dog, if you were bit by a dog. I was nipped by a cat one day, while playing. It didn't break the skin but I didn't know that an animal had to bite you hard so I thought I was going to get rabies. I knew that you had to get 20 shots in the stomach (this was back in 1975) so I didn't want to tell my mom I'd been bit. But I was terrified that when I woke up one day, I'd be a cat and my mom would find out that I had rabies and I'd get in trouble. I never did wake up as a cat!
my dad always said his "dogs" were tired (meaning his feet),so when I was around 3, I thought my dad's feet really were dogs. my mother has pictures of me talking to and playing with my dad's feet.
When i was about 6 it became apparent that I was allergic to cats. We had a siamese which me and my little sister loved very much. The memories are blurred thanks to age, but my parents told me that 'we gave to pussy to a nice couple in country'. When I was old enough I realized that the cat was put to sleep. I used to tell the story sometimes as an example of the classic tale of pets vs. allergy. When I was about 30, I talked with my folks about the cat, and they told me that actually the cat _was_ donated to a nice couple in the country and they had pictures to prove it. Double standards seem to be sometimes created by your own mind.