The Cat Of The Once

She had traveled for mile upon mile, crossed hazard over hazard, come close to death but she was still here. She was the cat of the once was that had fascinations that were not natural. She followed people, mostly weak willed men but on occasion flouncy, warm hearted women.

In actuality what she was doing was searching for lost memories. It was hard. She would hunt the memories that were of the type that anyone was unaware that they had lost. At the first how would anyone know that they had lost them. Did they write them down some place and then be unable to find them. But if that were so, how could they be lost, just unfound. Usually they were just lying in some darkened corner.

She knows of a very clever man, who it appears is referred to as the hypnoman. For him she would remember hard and gather up as many memories as she could think and would take them to the hypnoman. He would take them off her mind in exchange for an extra life. Thence the hypnoman goes out into the forgotten world and says just a few magic words that brings back memories that were lost, like the myth of the cat, lost but always found.