I grew up with a black cat. We called her Supergirl, my brother got to choose the name. He was maybe five years old. Don't really know why he chose that name.
She was a bit simple, and her tail was broken and didn't work at all. But she was so adorable, she looked just like a stuffed animal. I'd put her on the bed with all my puffy animal toys and she'd fit right in.
We had to give her up when we moved away from Chicago, but I'm told that she had a great and wonderful life.