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April 24, 2006
The Definition of a Fetish . . .
My cat Moby usually has plenty of dry food in her bowl. But she'll bang at the bedroom door when I'm asleep because she wants me to get up and pour in some more food. I don't think the issue is that the old food is stale; sometimes, when we're out of fresh food, I'll just pour some of The Dude's old food out of his bowl and into Moby's bowl, and that satisfies Moby just as much as food fresh out of the bag. The important thing is the ritual, and specifically the sound of the dry food hitting the bowl.
It makes me wonder: once Pavlov's dogs were trained to salivate at the sound of the bell, did he find they wouldn't eat without the bell?
Posted by tedf at April 24, 2006 02:06 AM
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