The first two lines were written by Neil Gaiman

It wasn't just the murder, he decided. Everything else seemed to have conspired to ruin his day as well. Even the cat.

"I hate you" were the words Neil chose to direct towards the blank emotionless face of the neighbor's cat, who was once again using Neil's prized aquarium as his own personal buffet. Normally, "Ser Oliver" would find himself scurrying out of the apartment right now followed by a furry of insults derived from Neil's colorful vocabulary. But not today, today was an especially terrible day. Neil couldn't seem to think of anything other than the murder. How could they? To someone so damn important, so damn brilliant, and so damn special to Neil. "Everything is falling to shit, first my marriage fails, then my children start calling another man dad, and now THIS." - "That's it, I've had it! If he is dead than what point is there to this madness anymore? It's over... well for me at least."

Neil never watched Game of Thrones again.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2013/jun/14/neil-gaiman-write-a-story?CMP=twt_gu