The Cat in the Hostel

I was sitting on the train, on my way home from work, when a spectacled woman suddenly asked me, ‘Do you remember the cat in the hostel? I think Cuddles was her name.’ I had never seen her before, but she was looking at me so intently, waiting for my reply, that I said, trying to play along without offending her, that I had never met a cat as good as Cuddles.