Clovis the cat: The greek tragedy

Jungian psychology tells us that "only that which can destroy itself is truly alive" and it is with that idea in mind mixed in with a little bit of greek tragedy that I present the story of Clovis.
The cat.
In 1992 an original Stephen King screenplay "sleepwalkers" brought us the story of one Charles and Mary Brady who had an incestuous mother / son relationship...capable of becoming huge bipedal werecats who fed off of the life force of virgin women (yes..I felt silly having to write that bit out)....Now a lot happens there's a girl named Tanya, and Otto from Beetlejuice (Glenn Shadix representing) pops up...There's creepy music dancing...But we don't actually get to the meat of it all till we get to practically the end.
Having mortally wounded a deputy, the deputies cat (clovis, who is always by his side) attacks Charles leaving him clinging to life.
Charles, having killed the Clovis's owner and thus his "father" is now the subject of sweet sweet revenge.
Clovis proceeds to rally various other cats
They stalk the Brady family
station themselves menacingly in the front yard
And wait
See the cats posses a knowledge known to only one other person (s)
the Brady's
See....Their one weakness is cats

Granted it's a convenient plot device (perhaps too convenient?) that they should be killed by the one thing they resemble.  Huge hulking six foot tall cats killed by Baxter.

Not as much of a stretch I mean...In cinema isn't the antagonist always killed by their own?  Nancy to Freddy, Laurie to Michael etc. etc. etc.

Presenting the story of Clovis as such is an interesting experiment but I would rather see it as being the story not told.  Some of the more interesting things in life are things that we don't get all the pieces for...in life you're not often given a full script..only what part you play in it all.

The story of Clovis is your classic revenge story with all the thematic elements present...We just can't speak cat and therefore aren't presented with rousing speeches convincing cats to abandon their plush lives and risk certain death in an effort to help exact revenge.

Personally I would rather see the revenge story from the cat's perspective. 

A naked american man stole my balloons

Rufus Deakin never made it as an actor.

He only has one IMDB credit
"Little boy with balloons."  But Rufus here is an underdog.
In life there are moments when we realize normality isn't always the norm.
As a young child leaving the local Target store...I became fascinated with a woman asking for change.  We passed by her and I offered her what little change 6 year old me had....As my mom put our purchases away I asked her for change and I went back and gave her more....I did this about 3 more times.  Now you would see this as a sure fire sign of a child geared towards altruistic tendencies.  A frood who really has his head together and will act in the interest of some greater good....Ok I mean that sort of ended up being the case...But that's not the point.  The moral orel of it all is that the lady was bizzare.
I remember she was hunched over, and missing teeth and well...I liked her.  When you gave her change she bestowed a lot of blessings on you and acted like you had just given her a hundred dollars.  We're raised to expect the world to function in a very specific order...From the way we are raised to believe family units work (mommy and a daddy) to how nestle brand chocolate mix goes best with milk and ONLY milk (that one might actually be true...I mean soy milk though...how many people are raised with soy?).
Around this time I became enamored with this show called "That's incredible"
Now I never really got why I was so fascinated with things like ghost, etc.  My dad (while being a devout christian) made fun of me for some of my beliefs.  It's wasn't till I discovered John Waters movies (more on that some other time) that I realized what it was I found fascinating.
See life we are told is black and white...It isn't.  There's all sorts of variables and twist and turns and sometimes you have plans that aren't actualized, and sometimes you find you're not the person you were raised to be.
Sometimes the party takes you to places you didn't count on going.
But more importantly at some point in time you realize that stranger danger applies to everyone not just old men sitting alone in a playground with an ice cream cone.  And maybe it was one specific incident or moment.  For me it was that lady in the target store...But Rufus Deakin plays a character who...I don't think is every fully used in cinema.  Rufus plays "Little boy with balloons" a child who loses his childlike innocence of the world through a realization that it's a very strange and bizarre place full of strange and bizzare people.  Of american men claiming to be bush thieves
of american men with no clothes (possibly even the first american he ever encountered!)
...And Was David jewish?  Maybe that was a first too.
We cut away right after his statement to her mother with her shockingly stating "What?" if ever you wanted the camera to linger just a few more minutes it would be at THAT moment.  This potential moment which can be viewed as a follow up to "the red balloon" though shows us that even those odd people we meet have their own layers, like onions. You peel back the naked american man craving latex and you get a werewolf (he became a werewolf in London so it shouldn't be "an american werewolf in..." since that implies he became a werewolf stateside and then went to London....but don't get me started on that).  It's a big world out there and we've all been Rufus Deakin at one time or another.  At least only the ones who are truly alive realized that things can get a little strange sometimes.
And there ain't anything wrong with that

where's my cake Bedelia?

Nathan Grantham: [beginning of a flashback sequence] Where's... my cake? I... want... my... cake! Where's my cake, Bedelia? Where's my Father's Day cake? I want my cake you dirty BITCH! I'm going to have it!
Nathan Grantham: [Nathan clacking his cane, bellowing] BEDELIA! It's Father's Day! Where's my cake? You promised me my cake! Bedelia, I'm your father and you're supposed to be taking care of me!
Bedelia Grantham: [distressed, almost driven to the point of madness] I DON'T HEAR YOU! I SAID I DON'T HEAR YOU!
Nathan Grantham: BEDELIA, YOU BITCH! What do you think I've got you here for? You're just like all the others - you're nothing but a bunch of VULTURES!
[Bedelia is in a highly distressed state, almost driven to the point of madness now]
Nathan Grantham: [still clacking his cane, the clacking sound has been slowly intensifying] BEDELIA! WHERE'S MY FATHER'S DAY CAKE?
Bedelia Grantham: [Bedelia picks up the marble ashtray and lifts it above her head, her father looking up at her in terror] HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!
Bedelia Grantham: [Bedelia bashes her father's head in with the marble ashtray, killing him instantly] .

Parents seem to believe that they have diplomatic immunity.
 certain ideologues state we are supposed to respect our parents unconditionally and more often than not this leads to a false sense of entitlement.
I don't get where a lot of entitlement comes from. Out of all the times in their life my parents had sex i resulted in one...i just got lucky.
In life we all want acknowledgement ... 
our"cake"
but "cake" should be earned...not distributed without having done anything to deserve it.
it's something that happens with fathers....post a divorce it seems like there is an expectation you'll be there for them unconditionally. They might ran off with someone else and abandon responsibility but still want the benefits that come with responsible parenting.
Maybe that's the real moral orel ofu the segment of "creepshow" in question. Your children aren't there for you to flaunt your perceived entitlement at so...you make your own cake.
so the real character growth comes from the reanimated corpse...
granted Bedelia progresses in achieving decapitation...but that's hardly positive growth.