To tell the story of how I came across my current cat, I have to first tell you about her mother, Butter. It's odd, having a black cat that has a name that doesn't fit her appearance at all. And obviously the name 'Butter' can't be about a personality trait of hers, because there's no possible way that this word could ever mean anything related to personality...right?\n \nWell, we stumbled across Butter when I was younger, probably six years old. We were staying up north at my grandparent's house, and suddenly we found this black cat getting into the garbage. Since my grandmother was a kind woman (and she was sick of hearing my younger sister and I complain about the poor, starving animal and how badly she needed food) she took pity on the cat and decided to give her a saucer of milk. During our week-long stay, the cat stuck around the house, and my sister and I spent most of our time outside playing with her. She was a sweetheart, and so tame that it was hard to believe that she didn't have an owner.\n \nAfter a while, even my mother started to fall in love with the cat. When I asked half-heartedly if I we could take her home and keep her (wholly expecting for the answer to be a big fat 'no!') I was pleasantly surprised when my mother agreed. Since we were leaving that day, my mother left my sister and I at my grandmother's house to pack up, while she ran to the pet store to get a cat carrier, food, litter box, and all the stuff that we would be needing. When she got back...the cat had disappeared. My sister and I were heartbroken, and we convinced my mom to wait one whole hour before she finally gave up, and made us get in the car.\n \nJust as we started the car, we saw a streak of black bolting towards us - Butter was back, and just in time! So we loaded her into the carrier (actually, she pretty much climbed into it herself. I always thought she was an incredibly smart cat...) and brought her to her new home. When we first got home and let her inside the house, she bolted straight to the table, leaped upon it, and began to lick some butter out of an empty popcorn bag we had left there before leaving for my grandmother's house! And that is how she came upon the name Butter.\n \nAs for my current cat, Licorice, she was from Butter's first surviving litter. Butter had been extremely skinny when we found her, and malnourished, so it had taken a while for us to get her back to health. During this time she had two failed litters, and we were beginning to think she'd never actually have kittens. She finally did, though, and we had four kittens - two were black like her, and two were tabbies. The tabbies and one of the black cats all went to different homes. Sadly, all of them died or ran away within the first year. Licorice, however stayed with us. She's been living with us for over eleven years now, and I couldn't be happier with her.\n \nWhat happened to Butter? She died around seven years ago :( She was a great cat, though, and she gave us her daughter who is absolutely the best cat that an owner could ask for.