He got his name from signs I saw all over campus. NO SMOKING. Just move the space and it became Nosmo King. He was a solidly black cat with Siamese lines and smarts. As I noted when he was a kitten:
- He’s been here two weeks. Or is it three?
- Gained a pound.
- Approaching adolescence, he’s learning the ropes.
- Out of control.
- Banging the walls.
- Losing his balls.
- Jumping to the table top.
- Forgetting to wipe behind.
- Staying up all night.
- Adding chaos to our lives, not that he cares.
Jnana's Red Barn 
After you mentioned, nosmo I started looking for a picture of him I came across pictures of my dad, Sam, but Not very good ones
I know I have a picture of you and Nosmo walking in the Orchard
Anyway, hope you are well.
I often wonder what became of your Sister, it’s one person you never mentioned
Hope you’re well. Take care.
She stays busy back in Ohio, but as you may remember, she’s shy. As for Nosmo, you had some proofs of the two of you back in Bloomington.