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 