So there is an actual Snagglepuss! I had no idea, Vivien.
This could explain why so many felines around the world are called that ... as a term of affection, in my case. Thank you for that!
My own spoiled Snagglepuss is fast asleep as I type. Very wet here (yay! The first really SERIOUS late winter/early spring rains we've experienced after years of drought) He figures his spot on the couch is the best place to be!
Yesterday, when he ventured out during a sunny break, I found him munching on a newly sprouting bunch of chives in my garden.
And I love watching him do his ecstatic flip-flops on sunny mornings, on the back step. I can almost hear him thinking: "This is the life!"