Growing up, my mom had a dog that was pretty darn ugly--I've seen pictures, and this guy could give little Sam a run for his money. His official name was Boots, but everyone called him "The Blonde Alligator"-- he was part golden retriever, part daschund, if you can believe it. He had a golden retriever head and coat with a larger version of a daschund body. Poor guy looked like some sort of breeding experiment gone wrong. My mom LOVED this dog and always told us how her father had picked this ugly mutt over a bunch of cute puppies because it was his last day on "death row" at the pound. The stories she told us impressed upon us that all animals deserve a home and a good life, regardless of how fugly they might be.
Though both my kits are true beauties (at least in my eyes!) I'd be more than happy to adopt a feline version of "Sam".