My very first pet was a pretty maltese blue kitty with white feet. My mom and I had gone for a walk one night, and on the way home a cat came running out of the bushes at the side of the road, following us, and meowing loudly, the whole way back home.
Of course, she was skinny and hungry, and of course, we fed her dinner, and then kept her.
I was pretty young at the time, and loved the children's Little Golden Books, and one of my most favorite stories was called "Little Black Sambo", about an African boy who was chased by a tiger. He finally got the tiger to chase itself around a tree, and it went so fast, it turned into a pile of butter.
So, naturally, I named my new cat Little Black Sambo. Mom pointed out that the cat was not black, it didn't matter to me.
She then explained that this kitty was a girl, and of course, that didn't matter to me either.
So, Little Black Sambo she was. We had her for a long time, and she was a wonderful kitty.