Rimi is wrapping her presents sat cross-legged infront of the roaring fire after a Christmas Eve meal. The members of the family are all going about their own business, stuffing dead turkeys and what not so no one pays any attention to her. Thankfully. She feels like with each present she wraps the closer she goes to insane. Puss her lifelong imaginary friend and cat sits upright purring beside her.
Puss: And what’s that?
Rimi: A torch
Puss: Who’s that for?
Puss: What else did you get her?
Rimi: A bowl
Silence as she wraps and pulls off strips of sticky tape
Puss: Is that all?
Puss: Just a torch and a bowl for Granny?
Rimi: Yes alright
Puss: She’s not an evacuee Rimi, nor is she a prisoner of war, why didn’t you get her anything pretty?
Rimi: Because I’m crap at this
Puss: What did your nice male-friend say? ‘It’s nice to give’. Why aren’t you like him?
Rimi: I do like giving just not when I’m forced to
Puss: Hence the torch and the bowl
Rimi: Yes. Are you going to just sit there licking yourself or can you help me with the wrapping
Puss: I’m afraid the cat cannot assist the human in worldly things, only metaphysically
Rimi: Right help you are
Silence as the cat licks her paw and cleans her face with it
Puss: How are you getting along with your father?
Rimi: Not great not badly, so middling
Puss: Have you got him anything in there? (nods at the plastic bag of bits and bobs)
Puss: Really? You’re joking
Rimi: No. Yes he likes peanuts, or assorted nuts or whatever they are
Puss: You are a terrible gift buyer
Rimi: (Mumbles as she rips off the tape with her teeth) I’d like to see you do better with your claws and cat-face