My sister is a book lover and a cat lover. Imagine the emotional turmoil she suffered when one of her favorite cats peed on one of her favorite books. "Sadie! How could you do something that nasty, and on 'Presumed Innocent' no less!!? Shame on you! Awww, good girl." That's borderline cognitive dissonance, that's what that is.
I a little less of a cat person than my sister, but at least as much a book person. A story I always tell is of the time I got to chapter five of a cheesy novel — I believe it was a murder mystery set on an ocean liner — and decided it was the worst book I'd ever read and took it outside and threw it in the trash can. It was just a used paperback that I'd picked up at a garage sale for 50 cents, but at 2 in the morning, I was out at that trash can trying to retrieve the stupid thing, coffee grounds, orange peel and all. Because the worst book you've ever read in your life is, still, you know, a book.