Raimi
Let me just start this letter by saying that I love you. Growing up in Indiana, my family always sought the
company of dogs, birds and fish. In the Betz household the word “cat” was almost as dirty as the word “shit”, “foreskin” or “democrat”. When I was twelve years dumb, an old school chums pet cat dug its claws right into my thighs. In the horror films that littered my childhood the cat was always symbol of evil, bad omens or the cheap scare. All of these elements, mixed in …