My Cassandra Moment

all week on Facebook I had been alerting my friends to my status:

• Steve is ... preparing to herd cats
• Steve is ... actively herding cats
• Steve is ... writhing in delirium from cat-scratch fever

Cassandra was cursed with prophecy and no one believed her
I have been doomed to read my own future yet remain oblivious to it
an explanation for these bites and scratches, the blood that flowed
as I seized the young kitten to steal her fertility
her alarm fully justified, her response successful
a sensation much like the second time I stopped a dogfight
by inserting my hand into a fanged mouth
a sense of destiny fulfilled and profound chagrin
not to mention making matters worse