Random variable rewards
Lisa writes: I was at a girls-only birthday dinner last night and left Tom to his own devices. He took a nap, ate some food, and took a walk. Alone. He took a walk all by himself. Ostensibly, he was getting exercise. Secretly, maybe even subconsciously, I'll bet he was looking for a cat.
It's just straight-up B.F. Skinner. Operant conditioning. He loves cats. One night, we go for a walk and come home with a cat. Ergo, he will go on many, many more walks. It's the same reason people gamble. It's the same reason I check my email 800,000 times a day. It's the same reason you keep checking this blog. There's usually nothing, but there might be something good.
It's just straight-up B.F. Skinner. Operant conditioning. He loves cats. One night, we go for a walk and come home with a cat. Ergo, he will go on many, many more walks. It's the same reason people gamble. It's the same reason I check my email 800,000 times a day. It's the same reason you keep checking this blog. There's usually nothing, but there might be something good.
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We have a part-time cat, Shenehneh, that we share with our neighbor. She visits us after Linus Paul goes to bed. It is a perfect arrangement.
1. Shredding all of our unread magazines
2. Pulling the ink cartridges out of all our pens
3. Taking single bites out of every single fingerling potato in a kitchen basket
4. Knocking my kitchen vase full of fresh herbs into the sink, then shredding said herbs.
Interactive! One of his nicknames is the Grey Destroyer.